The Masterpiece of Leaving：Prepared A Perfect Stand-In For Him novel Chapter 62

Impatiently, Robert took out his phone and asked, "Why do I have to come to a place like this?"

His eyes were filled with obvious disdain, as if this place were something filthy.

"Listen for yourself!"

I also heard the implication in his words and walked over.

Robert played a voice message for us.

The voice in the message sounded anxious: "Robert, do you know where Aubrey went? I've been looking for him for a while and couldn't find him. I'm a bit worried. Can you help me find him?"

The voice was clear and melodious, and I couldn't be more familiar with it.

It was Cathy!

No wonder.

Robert had always looked down on me. When I was at the Spencer family's house, every time I appeared, he would avoid me from afar with disdain.

He was the type of person who never wanted to inconvenience himself.

It turned out that he came to my door to help Cathy find Aubrey?

I let out a light snort.

It seemed like Cathy was really fortunate.

On the one hand, she had Aubrey who was devoted to her and willing to overlook even her betrayal.

On the other hand, she had Robert, who was willing to run around for her.

I was about to tell Robert that Aubrey was not at my place when the second voice message from Cathy sounded.

"Robert, there's no need to look for him anymore. I already know where Aubrey is. He's at the Prime Hotel, and John... is also there."

As the message ended, Fredrica's phone rang.

She picked it up.

Upon hearing the content of the call, her face immediately changed. "Damn Aubrey!"

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We hurried to the Prime Hotel.

The door of room 1032 was slightly ajar.

Inside the room, John sat on the bed.

He was wearing an unbuttoned shirt, exposing the skin on his chest.

His hands were resting on his sides, and his usually smiling face was now filled with anger.

Sitting across from him was a man who seemed like a deity.

His long legs were casually stretched out, and he had one hand resting on the armrest of the chair, holding a lighter and flicking it on and off.

Making a crisp, cold sound.

The man's face showed no expression at all, and he remained silent throughout.

It was none other than Aubrey.

I pushed the door open and walked in. When I saw the situation next to John, I gasped in shock.

"Hiss..."

Fredrica rushed in and, upon seeing the scene, frustratedly grabbed a handful of his hair.

"Damn it!"

Seeing the two of us, John let out a low roar, his angry eyes glaring at Aubrey. "Aubrey, are you even human, framing me like this?"

Aubrey stopped flicking the lighter and leaned slightly forward, his cold gaze not falling on John. "Did I force you to sleep with her?"

His gaze pointed to John's side.

At this moment, there was a woman sitting beside John.

Her clothes were disheveled and barely covered by a blanket.

This scene was enough to indicate what had happened before.

Fredrica was so anxious that she grabbed his scalp, helplessly shouting, "John!"

John's handsome face was filled with grievances. "I didn't seek out this woman. I didn't do anything with her!"

"I'm his fan. I've liked him for a long time," the woman said softly.

I understood John's character quite well.

Although he could be smooth-talking and a bit flirtatious on normal days, he still had some bottom line.

He would never have any intimate relations with a fan.

If it were just John and the female fan in the room, everything would be explainable.

However, Aubrey was also present.

He wasn't a bored person; he must have had a purpose in holding on to John like this.

With his means, today's incident would undoubtedly ruin John!