Returning with Triple Treasures: My CEO Husband Is Obsessed novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73 Who Is the Real Aletta?

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Xavier placed his hand over hers, stilling her movements. Their eyes met, and a faint blush crept across Isabella’s face. After a moment, she stopped struggling.

Then, unexpectedly, the restraint around her wrist loosened.

Xavier leaned in, blocking her from view as he slipped the tie off, folded it, and tucked it into her pocket. He then handed her some paper napkins.

“Go on, then.”

Isabella’s heart gave a small jolt. Since when had Xavier become so considerate? Or was this just another act?

She did not have time to think it through. She gave Rachel a quick nod and headed for the

restroom.

Isabella stepped into a stall, closed the door, and quickly called Hannah, wanting to get a sense of who this Rachel really was.

This woman knew some things about her–some true, some false–and she was clearly pretending on purpose.

She really should not be getting involved in Xavier’s business, but this woman was asking for a hundred million dollars. The last thing she wanted was to get stuck with that kind of accusation hanging over her head.

Hannah had not picked up yet when Isabella suddenly heard a woman’s voice from outside the stall. “Are you the miracle doctor, ‘Aletta‘?”

That was… Rachel’s voice.

Isabella froze, her breath catching slightly. She was not sure if the woman was talking to her.

Hearing the soft sound of footsteps shifting outside, Isabella stepped out of the stall. At a glance, she saw Rachel touching up her makeup in front of the mirror.

Isabella walked over to the sink next to Rachel and started washing her hands. Rachel smiled at her. “Mrs. Moore, you left in such a hurry earlier. I was going to walk over with you.”

The woman looked completely natural, as if the question Isabella had heard from inside the stall had been her imagination.

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Isabella turned off the faucet, dried her hands, and leaned against the counter, studying Rachel.

The woman looked genuinely young–maybe even younger than herself?

“Ms. Hale, were you talking to me just now?”

Rachel carefully packed her makeup case back into her bag.

“I noticed that every time someone mentions Aletta, Mrs. Moore seems a little tense. Could it be that you are actually Aletta?”

Isabella stared at her in surprise. She admitted it just like that? So it had not been her imagination.

But saying something like that was basically admitting she was pretending to be someone she

was not.

“What do you mean, Ms. Hale?” Isabella pretended not to understand. “I thought you were Aletta. Why would you ask me that? Or are you saying, Ms. Hale, that you’re deceiving people?”

Rachel looked up at the mirror and smiled, her gaze shifting toward Isabella.

“Does it matter whether I am or not? Mr. Moore needs someone who can treat Noah’s condition. As long as I fit what he’s looking for, that’s enough.”

With that, Rachel turned to face Isabella directly.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll go tell Xavier about this? How could a fake miracle doctor possibly cure an incurable disease?”

Isabella’s question made Rachel laugh. “Mrs. Moore, how do you know I’m definitely a fake? Maybe I really am Aletta, and I’m just joking with you. Honestly, I could tell back at the school

had doubts about who I was.”

that you

“I do have doubts. If you’re someone who prefers to stay anonymous, then fame and money probably don’t mean much to you. Asking for a hundred million dollars and shares upfront doesn’t exactly sound like something a miracle doctor would do.”

Isabella’s tone had turned cold.

This woman seemed fairly proper in front of Xavier, so why was she acting so strange when they were alone?

Was she delusional or something?

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“Mrs. Moore, you’re not me. How can you assume you know what I’m thinking?”

Rachel’s tone was light, but her words were sharp.

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Before Isabella could respond, Rachel seemed to think of something and shifted the subject. “Oh, unless… you are worried about Mr. Moore? For such a sweet, devoted couple, it makes sense that you’d look out for each other. If you’re not comfortable with the arrangement, you can always go home and talk it over with Mr. Moore. I don’t mind waiting.”

“Who said anything about being worried about him?”

That comment hit a nerve.

“I was just making conversation, Mrs. Moore. No need to take it seriously.” Rachel gave a small, victorious smile. “Anyway, I’ll head back first. Don’t keep Mr. Moore waiting too long.”

This woman…

Isabella almost stepped forward, half tempted to grab her and demand a real explanation.

But exposing her own identity for Xavier’s sake…

Had she not learned her lesson about being used as a tool?

By the time she made it back to the dining table, Rachel was already gone. Only Xavier was there, talking on the phone.

When he saw Isabella return, Xavier said a few quick words and hung up.

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