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Chapter 943: Chapter 943 Dark Circles
Carmichael family mansion.
Julius Reed lay on the couch, his hands behind his head.
Resting with his eyes closed.
Bamboo Whitaker knelt on the carpet, relentlessly kneading away.
"Boss, that’s just bullying,"
she said indignantly, pressing harder and harder.
No matter how much force she applied, the big shot on the couch showed no reaction whatsoever.
To the point that Bamboo almost broke her hands, and Julius didn’t feel a thing.
Iron bones and steel muscles.
A mere maid, how laughable.
"Did you or did you not tattle on me in front of Sister Quella?"
Julius spoke languidly, but Bamboo, who was massaging his legs, jumped with fright.
"You... how did you know..."
She chuckled sheepishly, somewhat embarrassed, "Wasn’t that a slip of the tongue?"
"A slip of the tongue?"
Julius flicked his finger!
Whoosh!
A cherry pit shot out like a bullet!
It hit Bamboo right on the forehead.
"Ow!"
Bamboo’s forehead immediately swelled up, and tears sprang to her eyes from the pain.
"You’re bullying me! You..."
But her protest cut off midway.
Because in Julius’s hand was a durian.
"Little girl, you’re still not quite up to fighting me."
Whoosh!
Before he could finish his sentence.
The door to the mansion was thrust open.
Julius immediately stood up and hurried over, "Wife, heading out?"
But Quella didn’t pay him any attention.
She walked straight to the sofa and sat down coldly.
"Wife, are you feeling unwell?"
Julius’s heart panicked, and he quickly ran over to course.
But Quella remained icy cold without uttering a word.
Bamboo couldn’t help but feel secretly delighted.
Five hours earlier, as soon as Julius left.
She pretended to mention the Initial Heart Hotel incidentally.
Then with a look of panic, she begged Quella to act as if she hadn’t heard a thing.
Such crude acting deeply moved Quella.
So Quella took Beckett Carmichael and drove straight to the Initial Heart Hotel.
Using the Carmichael connections, she got what she wanted.
And then, she sat on this couch with an icy stare.
Julius who had been formidable in the morning, now looked like a child who had done wrong.
Pitiful, weak, and helpless.
"Speak. That night at the Initial Heart Hotel, who were you with, and what did you do?"
Quella turned her head, staring at him coldly.
Julius’s heart skipped a beat and he took a deep breath.
Confess?
Even though he hadn’t been in control of himself at the time, what was done was done.
He didn’t want to lie to Quella, yet he was afraid...
There are no do-overs in life.
Regret is of no avail after the fact.
It’s better to think about how to get Quella’s forgiveness.
"If you confess honestly, I’m willing to give you a chance,"
Quella said flatly, yet her hands were tensely clasped together.
"Alright!"
If it’s death, so be it!
Julius went for broke.
Better to end it quickly than to live daily with guilt!
A real man owns up to his actions!
"That night..."
Hum!
Just then, Julius’s phone began to vibrate.
"Take it out!"
Quella extended her hand, wary.
Julius didn’t dare delay, immediately took out his phone, and handed it over.
It was just a spam message.
Quella also regularly received such messages, so she didn’t take much notice.
So she placed the phone on the table and continued to question.
"I’ll give you ten minutes to come clean. That night at the Initial Heart Hotel, who were you with, and what did you do?"
After saying that, she seemed concerned that Julius might feel pressured, softening her tone considerably, "As a man, I can understand. But between husband and wife, shouldn’t there be at least honesty?"
"Alright!"
Julius, focusing on the phone, actually felt somewhat relieved.
"That night..."
Hum!
At that moment, his phone rang again.
One message after another, as if bombarded.
Making the phone ring incessantly.
"What’s going on!"
Quella picked up the phone with a frown, only to find a barrage of spam messages.
What small loan, installment payments and so on.
"What the hell."
She tossed her phone onto the coffee table, muttering incessantly.
Her own husband was rich, weren’t these ads a joke?
Buzz!
The phone rang once more.
Quella Radcliffe simply chose not to look.
"Spit it out!"
She felt irritated, desperate to know the answer.
"Mr. Reed, you’ve done it, just admit it."
Bamboo Whitaker said with a cheeky smile on the side.
Schadenfreude!
But Julius Reed ignored her, instead listening to the rhythmic vibration of his phone.
"Come on, say it!"
Quella Radcliffe felt even more panicked than Julius Reed.
"Alright!"
Finally, Julius Reed stood up from the ground and hugged Quella Radcliffe.
"Wife, that night at the Initial Heart Hotel, I was playing games with Terry Moore!"
He said indifferently, "Don’t believe it, you can check."
"Really?"
Quella Radcliffe narrowed her eyes, finding it a bit strange.
Just now, she had gotten quite a scare, truly thinking that her husband...
"Of course!"
Julius Reed nodded his head.
"Then Bamboo Whitaker said you were exercising late at night... even had dark circles..."
Quella Radcliffe immediately sold out Bamboo Whitaker.
She knew that Terry Moore did indeed love playing games.
But previously, it was always Russian Snake.
"Ah!"
Julius Reed leaned on the sofa, sighing, "What late-night exercising? I got a bit hurt that day, and Terry Moore came to take care of me. Out of boredom, we just started playing games, duos in teams, right!"
"Bullshit!"
Bamboo Whitaker, hands on hips, angrily retorted, "So how do you explain the back pain and the dark circles under your eyes?"
"The dark circles were because we agreed to sleep after winning one round. But we didn’t win until dawn. As for the late-night exercise, of course, it was staying up all night playing games together!"
Julius Reed’s demeanor didn’t change as he looked at Bamboo Whitaker, his eyes full of mockery, "Back pain, try sitting and playing games all night, see if your back doesn’t hurt?"
"Did you finally win?"
Quella Radcliffe asked curiously.
"No, I uninstalled the game,"
Julius Reed added, "I even teamed up with Terry Moore to top up 648 yuan, I forgot to tell you, my lady. I paid three hundred, and Terry Moore paid three hundred and forty-eight."
"You!"
Bamboo Whitaker ran to Quella Radcliffe’s side, urgently shouting, "Sister, he’s lying!"
But Quella Radcliffe turned around to comfort Bamboo Whitaker, "You just think too badly of Julius, brother."
"Sister, are you bewitched?"
Bamboo Whitaker was dumbfounded.
This was a complete turnaround compared to when she first came back!
"I just went with Beckett Carmichael to check the Initial Heart Hotel, and it turned out that night only Terry Moore checked in. I saw the recording, it’s true. Moreover, your brother Julius only had three hundred dollars on him, I was puzzled about its sudden disappearance, suspecting it might be him... Turns out, it was for a game top-up."
Quella Radcliffe spoke with a face full of guilt, "I was thinking of bluffing you just now, I’m sorry..."
"No problem!"
Julius Reed said righteously, "An upright shoe fears no crooked foot, even the instigations of a scoundrel like Bamboo Whitaker won’t succeed!"
"You!"
Bamboo Whitaker was fuming, "Nelson..."
Clang!
From the kitchen, the sound of a knife.
"What’s going on?"
Nelson appeared with a plate of watermelon in front of them, looking at Bamboo Whitaker, "You were looking for my sister about something?"
"No... nothing..."
Bamboo Whitaker recalled Nelson’s speed with the sword, feeling a sudden chill on her neck.
Thump!
Just then, there came a knock at the door.
"Come in!"
"Mr. Reed, Violet Leocadia from the Leocadia Family requests to see you! She looks to be in mourning clothes, I’m a bit concerned..."
Beckett Carmichael pushed open the door of the villa, asking aloud.
"No worries, let’s meet her!"
Julius Reed stood up, nodding at the three women, "Something came up."
"Go ahead."
Quella Radcliffe smiled happily, still with a hint of guilt.
"Hmm." 𝔫𝖔𝖛𝖕𝔲𝔟.𝔠𝖔𝖒
Julius Reed turned around and strode away.
Once outside the villa, he leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths.
"It’s impressive you came up with that, using text messages to simulate Morse code."
The first text message that came, was indeed the SOS (emergency help) Morse code.
Afterward, Beckett Carmichael directly told Julius Reed three keywords through Morse code.
Terry Moore, game, top-up.
"Only Mr. Reed could catch on so quickly."
Beckett Carmichael chuckled.
Once he received instructions from Quella Radcliffe, he arranged everything on the road.
For the Carmichael family, this was no difficult feat.
"Alright, I’ll head back first."
Julius Reed looked at him with appreciation, very satisfied.
"Mr. Reed, Violet Leocadia really came!"
Beckett Carmichael winked, "She’s kneeling at the door."
