Female Novel
Chapter 459
I've said and done everything that was required of me. Whatever happened next was up to Anthony
and Sophia.
When the dinner finished, it was already nine at night. After asking the driver to send Charles, Anthony
and Sophia home, Aaron looked at me and said, "Could you give me a lift home?"
I pursed my lips. "You didn't drive here?"novelbin
He shrugged. "I came with Uncle Charles just now, so I didn't drive!"
Alright then.
In the car.
After stealing several glances at me, he finally balled up and asked, "Why did you sound like you were
speaking for Nerissa just now?"
I held on to the steering wheel and I replied, "Because I was!"
He squinted at me and said, "Please enlighten be. How can you be so incredibly considerate because
of your relationship with Hendrix? With Irvin, it wasn't as simple as just taking the bullet for you. You
know exactly what caused his death. Don't you feel guilty?"
I stopped at the junction and waited for the traffic light to turn green. Then, I glanced sideways at him
with my brows lifted. "Once Valerie has been dealt with, someone would then come for Nerissa for her
debt, yes?"
Bemused, he asked, "What do you mean?"
"Someone must also wish to avenge Irvin because a few days ago, across all Jarold City headlines,
someone published a piece on the death of the three Granger family members. Every sentence in the
article condemned Nerissa for not knowing what's good for her, and branded her as the black widow."
Seeing that the light had turned green, I started the car.
He paused for a second. "Wasn't that article written by you?"
"I can't write that well!" Just one glance at the article and one would know that someone had hired a
reporter to write the article, and to deliberately stain Nerissa's image.
"If it wasn't you or the Miller family, who else would poke their nose into this?" He frowned, his fingers
pinching the space between his eyebrows as he thought.
He thought for a long time but still couldn't figure out who it could be. He looked at me and asked, "Who
do you think it was?"
I shook my head. "No idea. But since this person knows about these things, it means that they're very
close to the Granger family. Let's wait patiently. Since they've already kicked this in motion, it'll be
impossible for them to give up so easily. Nerissa wasn't harmed, so that person will continue to press
on."
He smiled. "So, what deal did you strike up with Nerissa? Did you promise her that you'd beg for mercy
and put in a good word for her in front of Anthony and Sophia?"
I tossed Nerissa's file to him and said, "Take this, and leak some juicy information to different major
media outlets in the next few days. We have to take it slow with Valerie. But in any case, her reputation
will definitely take a blow with any one of these videos."
"Sounds like a plan! Her reputation is her topmost priority right now. Once that's ruined, so will her
status as Mrs. Moore. The Moore family values their reputation too much to tolerate this for long. Then,
it'll only be a matter of time before she leaves the Moore family."
Holding the document in his hands, he quickly skimmed through it. He then clicked his tongue twice,
gave me a thumbs-up and said, "You've ruined her career and reputation for the most part. What's the
next step? Are you going to start with the people she cares most about?"
I raised my eyebrows. "How smart!"
He then asked hesitantly, "Arianna, do you really not care a whit about your biological parents?"
I turned to look at him, my brows furrowed. "You've been bringing this up a lot recently. I already said
that since they've abandoned me, it means that they don't want me anymore. If I keep worrying about
this, I may never be able to walk away from the shadow of being abandoned by them for the rest of my
life. So, it's best to just let bygones be bygones."
He nodded, looking rather absent-minded.
The car pulled up at the bottom of the neighborhood where he lived. I looked at him and saw that his
gaze was downcast, his black eyes veiled in hesitation. It seemed that something was weighing on his
mind.
After a long time, he snapped back to his senses. He gazed at me and articulated his words in a
particularly serious manner, "Arianna, do you still hate me?"