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My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit novel Chapter 384

Julien nodded and hung up the phone.

Soon, two hours later, Sydney got off the plane. She was now in South Lake.

Sharon wheeled Sydney out of the airport arrival hall, hailed a cab, and headed for the hotel.

Sean had booked a business suite for Sydney earlier. It had an extra bedroom in it, but it was small. Sharon would be sleeping in the small bedroom.

Although Sydney couldn't see what the small room looked like, she guessed it was cramped.

Sydney smiled with an apology, "I'm sorry, Sharon. You'll need to sleep in the small room."

"It's okay." Sharon sat on the bed and swung her feet. "It's a nice room. I like it. And it's just for a night or two. I'm fine. I've slept in smaller rooms, in tents in the field. It's really okay for me."

Sydney then relaxed.

Sharon looked at the time and said to Sydney, "Ms. Raines, the fashion show will start in the evening. It's still early. Do you want to take a nap?"

"Sure. I feel a little dizzy." Sydney rubbed her temples.

"Let me help you go to bed." Sharon stood up and walked to Sydney.

After Sydney fell asleep, Sharon quietly exited the suite and walked to the hallway and called Layden.

Cayden picked up the phone, his voice low and husky, "What's the matter?"

"Ms. Raines is in South Lake." Sharon stopped in front of the elevator and spoke to the phone.

On the other end of the line, Cayden had just finished his rehearsal. He was sitting in the auditorium taking a break. At Sharon's words, he immediately stopped wiping his sweat and asked, "Sydney's here?"

"Yes. Didn’t you invite Ms. Raines to come to watch your show earlier? Ms. Raines always keeps her promises. But why didn’t you answer her calls?" Sharon asked, pressing the elevator button at the same time.

Cayden lowered his eyelids, "No reason."

Sharon snickered, "Hehe. I guess you're scared. You don't know how to face Ms.

Raines. You obviously want to get her so badly, but on the contrary, you're suppressing your desires. That's why you're acting so weird and avoiding her on purpose, isn't it?"

Layden seemed to have been seen through, and his face darkened. "That's enough!

What are you trying to say?"

Sharon curled her lips, "I'm trying to tell you that Ms. Raines doesn't blame you for what you did last time. Don't hide from her. She's worried about you. You are the one who hurt her, but you are waiting for her to come to you and worry about you. Mr.

Lowe, you should grow up."

Layden had an awful look on his face," Sharon, you don't get to lecture me!"

Sharon rolled her eyes, "I'm not lecturing you. I'm just reminding you. If you really have a problem, go see a therapist. Don't wait until you actually lose your mind and do something crazy to hurt Ms. Raines.

Also, I want to tell you in advance when you see Ms. Raines later this evening, you must hold your temper, okay?"

"What do you mean? What's wrong with her?" Layden sensed something was wrong from Sharon’s words. Instantly, his grip on the phone grew tighter.

Sharon sighed, "I can't tell you right now. It might affect your mood for the show. I'll tell you after you finish the show. Okay, I have to go. I'm getting in the elevator.”

Then Sharon hung up the phone. She seemed not to treat Layden as her boss at all.

For Sharon, Layden was not her boss right now. He would only be when they returned to the Bennet family.

At the venue of the show, Cayden was focused on his phone. His eyes were narrowed as he was about to hack into Sydney's account to see what had happened to her over the last few days. Just then, his agent walked over and called, "Cayden, come on! The second rehearsal is starting! Go to your spot."

The agent took Cayden's phone and pushed him toward the entrance of the runway.

Night fell.

Sharon wheeled Sydney to the venue.

By that time, the place was full of people. They were either big names in the fashion business, celebrities in the show business, or famous critics of fashion design.

"Yes!" Zach nodded, "Just half an hour ago, Dr. James called and told me the news."

"Who is she?" Julien's hand on the railing clenched fiercely.

Zach had a complicated expression, "It's... someone we know, the fake Clarice of the Madden family."

"How could it be her?" Julien was shocked," Didn't I tell you to send people to keep an eye on her? Once she does something strange, notify me immediately. What were the people you sent to spy on Denna doing?"

Facing Julien's questioning, Zach lowered his head with guilt, "It is our fault. Our people did follow Denna all the time, but on the day Ms. Raines had the accident, Denna had Jane as her double. Our men didn't notice it then, so they thought Denna had been in the bathroom, which gave Denna the opportunity to hurt Ms. Raines."

Actually, his men were not to blame.

They didn't know that Denna wanted to attack Sydney and played such a trick.

The subordinates would not have thought that the real Denna would be gone after ' Denna' came out of the bathroom.

Julien closed his eyes in outrage. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were diffused with chill and rage. "I knew it.

When I first saw Denna, I saw she was an evil woman. There were so many secrets hidden in her eyes. She’s definitely not a nice woman. I told Sydney to be careful with Denna, but she didn't take my words seriously. And this is what happened!" "What are we going to do now? Should we take Denna under control?" Zach asked.

Julien narrowed his eyes, "Not for now.

Now that we know it's Denna, Sydney will also know it soon. We'll see what she wants to do first."

Denna used to be the spy Sydney and Hunter had placed in the Madden family.

But apparently, Denna had betrayed them, so it should be up to Sydney and Hunter to dispose of Denna.

Of course, if they wouldn’t dispose of her, Julien could certainly do it.

Julien looked downstairs at Sydney and happened to see Sharon handing Sydney her cell phone.

He guessed that Luke might have gotten the message too and was telling Sydney.

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