Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

Chapter 1360 - 648: Who Do You Think This Is?

"No." Speaking of this, Simon instantly went a little pale.

He said in a deep tone, "The man didn't show up. He has been asking others to handle affairs like saving Mandy from prison, paying for her plastic surgery, or helping make the videos to frame Hazel up. He just asks others to contact her."

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Joshua frowned slightly. "She hasn't tried to understand who's behind it?"

"How can a woman like her allow herself to be controlled?" Simon said, "Of course she tried to find out who was using him, but the person has warned her several times. Besides, she couldn't find anything, so she gave up."

"Looks like this person is very cautious," Joshua said in a deep tone, frowning more tightly.

"Who do you think this is? Why does he keep an eye on Hazel so early?" said Simon angrily. "Joshua, do you have any idea? Would it be the old man? Since he took you away, he's been trying to use Mandy to ruin your relationship with Hazel?"

"You think too much," Joshua disagreed directly. "If it had been him, would he have let you catch Mandy so easily?"

They were able to lure Mandy out so easily, partly because Mandy could not keep calm herself and partly because the person behind this didn't keep a close eye on Mandy so that she could run out like that.

If Ted had been behind the scenes, he would have locked Mandy up and would not allow her to sabotage his own plan.

"Fair enough. But if it wasn't him, who would it be?" Simon nodded and said with a complaint, "Do you have so many enemies?"

"I have a few enemies, but not many."Joshua said suddenly, "… I have a guess."

"Who?"

Joshua gave Simon a deep look. "Nothing, just a guess. I'll tell you when I've confirmed it."

"Why are you so mysterious about it?" Simon said with a snort. He looked back and then asked in a low voice, "What are you going to do with Mandy?'

Joshua narrowed his eyes. Thinking Mandy had a face that was similar to Hazel's, he emitted coldness.

"Keep her," Joshua whispered.

"Why?" Simon was puzzled. "You're not going to relent because of her face, are you? How can you keep this woman?"

"Yesterday, the spies at the manor told me something," said Joshua, his eyes slightly deep. "Madeline contacted Cynthia."

"Really?" Simon was dumbstruck. "Can't these women stop making trouble?! What do they want?"

"I don't know clearly what they talked about," said Joshua, his eyes narrowing, "but yesterday Cynthia contacted the gang called GBL."

"What?!" Simon was greatly surprised and then was very furious. "She actually contacted the GBL? The notorious gang that deals in drugs and people? What does she want? This woman goes mad!"

No wonder Simon was so shocked. The GBL was a large international criminal organization that had emerged in recent years, dealing in drugs and human trafficking. They often kidnapped women from all over the world and took them to poor areas, and then used drugs to control them to prostitute themselves.

Cynthia contacted the people of the GBL. How could Simon not guess what she wanted to do? That was why he was so angry! He had expected Cynthia to at least restrain herself at this point, but she was actually so vicious that she even thought of such an evil idea!

"Whatever she wants, she won't get it," said Joshua slightly.

"Do you have a plan?" Simon's eyes lit up. "I see. Is it..."

"What are you talking about?"

Suddenly, a clear voice sounded. They looked back and saw Hazel coming through the door.

Joshua put down what he was holding, quickly walked to Hazel, and said gently, "You're up? Why didn't you ring the bell?"

"I'm not good-for-nothing." Hazel didn't know whether to cry or laugh and said as she looked at Simon, "You're here so early. Why don't you join us in having breakfast?"

Simon covered his eyes, for he felt their public display of affection had blinded him. He spoke helplessly, "I really don't want to eat…."

He had a bad feeling that if he stayed, he might be killed by their public as a play of affection.

"Stay. There's breakfast for you," said Joshua lightly.

"Since it's you who made it, I'd like to try it." Simon was a little interested.

"You've thought too much," Joshua said, giving him a quiet look. "I've only made breakfast for Hazel. Yours is made by the servant."

In an instant, Simon felt stifled. What was the brotherhood about?

But he and Joshua hadn't thought of ways to deal with Cynthia, so of course, he needed to stay.

Hardly had the three of them sat down at the table when Hazel's phone rang.

The screen showed an unfamiliar number. Hazel looked blankly at it.

Joshua cast a glance at the screen, and then his eyes grew deep.

"Answer the phone," he whispered.

Hazel nodded and answered the phone.

"Hazel Crowe, it's me." Cynthia's voice came out of the phone, but the three people present were not surprised.

"What do you want?" Hazel asked lightly.

"Let's meet. I have something to tell you," Cynthia said.

"We don't seem to have much to say to each other, do we?" Hazel frowned slightly.

"Don't you want to know what exactly has happened between Joshua and me?" Cynthia grit her teeth. "I can choose a husband from many men, and some of them are not necessarily worse than Joshua. I have just met with Joshua several times, and he showed no interest in me, but I'm so determined to marry him. Aren't you curious?"

"No," Hazel replied flatly.

On the other end of the phone, Cynthia was unable to speak.

Simon almost laughed. He suppressed a smile when he saw Joshua glared at him.

It was likely that only Hazel couldn't follow the script.

"If there's nothing else, I'll hang up," Hazel continued.

"Wait!" Cynthia came to her senses, holding back her anger. "I must marry Joshua because we got to know each other a few years ago!"

"Huh?" Hazel looked at Joshua in surprise.

Joshua looked innocent. He looked blankly at Hazel because he remembered many things, but he really had no memory of it.

Cynthia thought Hazel was interested, so she continued, "If you want to know more details, come out to meet me!"

"I don't want to know." Hazel refused without hesitation. "Who knows if you're making up a story to trick me out of my house?"