Alan‘s POV:
By the time I woke up, I found that my clothes were disheveled and there were lipstick marks all over
my skin.
Panicking, I got up, only to see that there wasn‘t any woman in the room.
All of a sudden, my phone rang, interrupting my thoughts.
"Hello?"
"Alan, I need to talk you.I have something important to tell you.‘ A strange woman‘s voice came from
the receiver.
"Who are you?" I asked, confused by the conversation.
"You‘re so terrible! Last night, you kept calling me ‘baby‘, but now you can‘t even recognize my voice?
That‘s awful."
The tone of her voice was flirtatious, and the words she spoke were ambiguous.
Surprised by the statement, 1 asked, "Are you the woman from last night?"
"Of course, I am! Do you dare deny it?" she asked back.
"Of course, not.I just don‘t remember anything that happened from last night.How can I be sure that
you‘re telling the truth?" I argued.
"Meet up with me and I‘ll prove it to you," she countered.
I sensed that something was amiss about this whole situation, but I still went to the place that she told
me to go.
"Hi, Alan! It‘s me, Hailey," she greeted.
"What happened last night?" I asked, sounding doubtful.
"Why don‘t you take a look at these pictures first?"
Hailey took out a stack of photos from her bag and handed them to me.
In the pictures, two naked bodies were intertwined and they were clearly doing it.
My eyes widened in shock.
"Last night, when we were having sex, someone took pictures of us," said Hailey.
At this point, I was on high alert.
"What do you want from me?"
"Why did you frame Charles Moore?"
Hailey didn‘t beat around the bush.It turned out that she was sent by Charles.
"I have no idea what you‘re talking about.If you want money, I can give it to you.But if this is about
something else, save your breath, because I‘m not getting involved."
I stood up from the chair, attempting to leave.
"Aren‘t you worried that I‘ll tell your wife about what happened between us last night, Alan?" Hailey
asked, chuckling under her breath.
"How dare you?" I asked resentfully.
"I heard that your child is already going to school.You wouldn‘t want his whole class to receive nude
photos of his father and another woman, would you?" she warned.
In a fit of panic, I sat back down.
"Why are you blackmailing me?"
"Listen, Alan, I‘ll give you the photos and promise not to tell anyone about what happened between us
as long as you tell me who set Charles up." Hailey explained.
When our eyes met, I saw the determination in hers, causing my heart to tremble.
"Our family is being supported by Adam Wilson.He asked us to go to the east bank to make a scene
and that we should hurt a few people, and then blame it all on Charles Moore," I confessed.
Charles‘ POV:
I woke up in the bar with a lady‘s coat draped over my body. I rubbed my temples, feeling
uncomfortable from the dull pain in my head.
Spencer hobbled in, wearing a taunting smile.
“Charles, my man! You‘re finally awake.You were so drunk last night that you had to stay in my bar and
refused to leave no matter how hard I tried to drive you away."
"Water," I said in a hoarse voice as I cleared my dry throat.
Spencer sat next to me and poured a glass of water for me.
After being given the glass of water, I gulped it down.
Once I put down the glass, I noticed that Spencer was staring at me with unblinking eyes.
He was carefully observing my reaction and I could tell that he was ready to throw in some banters.
Confused by his behavior, I scowled at him, "Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something
on my face?"
"I‘m just wondering why you‘re so popular," Spencer joked.
I couldn‘t understand what he was implying, so I blurted out, "Out with it, you buffoon!"
"Have you not noticed that Samantha has feelings for you?" Spencer asked tentatively.
"That‘s not possible.Stop spouting nonsense, dude.She‘s nothing more than a friend of mine," I
responded.
"Vivian has trained me to see through a person, and I‘m quite adept at it now.And based on my
assessment, Samantha definitely likes you!" Spencer said firmly.
Scowling at him once more, I warned, "Never say that again.She and I are just friends.Besides, she‘s
Caroline‘s therapist."
“Fine, fine.I won‘t say it again.You‘re so good at everything else, but when it comes to love, you‘re just
an idiot, my man," Spencer said in a helpless tone.
"Just pay more attention to Vivian, dumbass.I‘m leaving now."
I cast a cold glance at him, stood up, and was about to leave, "Hold on!"
Spencer shouted, pointing at the coat.
"The coat is Samantha‘s.Remember to give it back to her."
When I looked into his eyes, I felt a bit annoyed.
"Got it." I picked up the coat and walked out of the bar.
Once I was in my car, I casually threw the coat onto the backseat.
At this time, Richard sent me a message.
"Mr.Moore, we‘ve got him."
Thereafter, he sent me a video.
Richard recorded the entire process of the man‘s confession. I sent the video to Caroline via e–mail
right away.
"Caroline, this man was instructed by Adam to frame me.That bastard wants you to misunderstand
me.Adam is a black sheep.Just get rid of that asshole as soon as possible, or else he‘ll do something
even worse to you sooner or later." I waited for so long, but Caroline didn‘t respond.
Disappointed, I sighed and put my phone aside.
Just as I pulled over in front of the Moore mansion, I received an email from Caroline.Hopeful, I opened
it.
"Got it," the email read.
It sounded like she didn‘t even give a damn.I covered my eyes, feeling frustrated.
It felt as though my heart had been cut in two by a sharp blade
The pain was so overwhelming that I could hardly breathe.
As soon as I got back home, I turned to James for help.
"James, your mother doesn‘t want me anymore. What am I supposed to do?"
"Women need to be coaxed, Daddy.You must‘ve hurt Mommy so much in the past, and that‘s why she
doesn‘t trust you now," said James.
I nodded in agreement, feeling bitter because of the situation.
‘‘He‘s right.I‘ve indeed hurt her so much to the point that she doesn‘t trust me anymore,‘’ I thought.
"Daddy, you need to try your best to make it up to Mommy.Give her some more sense of
security.Maybe then, she‘ll try to accept you again," James suggested.
"You‘re right, son.Thank you." I ruffled James‘ hair and sighed.
"James is still a little boy, and yet he sounds wiser than me.God, I‘m such an asshole!‘
"You‘re so inefficient, Daddy.When will I be able to see Mommy again? I miss her so much!" James
complained.
I wasn‘t sure how to react to his statement
"I‘m gonna try harder, son. Just wait and see," I said, chuckling.
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