All Her Secrets By Chestnut

Chapter 1016 The Mysterious Man What Kim said was so bizarre that Audrey couldn't help but consider whether to look into it. It shouldn't be too hard. All she needed to do was to make a call. In Casier, nothing could hide from the Duncans' intelligence network.

While Audrey hesitated, Kim asked, " Could it be Triston?" Audrey paused. Honestly, she couldn't be sure if it was Triston. For what it looked like now, he was the most likely one.

As they were talking about Triston, Audrey's phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and picked it up. Triston's concerned voice then cout of the receiver, asking, “I saw the news and heard that you were attacked. Are you alright?" There were so many fans on the scene, and Audrey being so famous, the news naturally spread nationwide. Triston was at work, and after receiving the message from his assistant, he immediately paused the meeting and called Audrey as quickly as he could.

So, it meant Triston had nothing to do with what happened today.

She gave a few quick words and hung up. Then, with the most severe look, she turned to Kim and said, "It's not him, Kim. Try to find sclues, and if it doesn't work, ask the Duncans for help.” Kim knew what she meant. Everything happening recently was so weird. He had to look into it. He also knew Audrey wouldn't ask for help unless necessary. So, he would try his best to find the truth before turning to the Duncans for help.

"Don't worry, Audrey. Leave it all to me, he said.

Kim's assurances soothed her. She always trusted him.

In the Lambert Group building, Triston had been standing there and lost in thoughts for a while. His assistant hesitated to interrupt. But with a lot of work ahead, he stepped forward discreetly with his head lowered and asked, “Mr. Lambert, shall we proceed with the meeting?" A group of executives were still waiting for him in the conference room.

"Oh, yes," said Triston.

The assistant nodded and was about to inform everyone at the meeting. But Triston stopped him, saying, "Find out what was going on with the bodyguards at Audrey's commercial show." The assistant hurriedly acted on his order.

Perhaps ordinary people could not see the difference, but Triston knew at a glance at the screen that those bodyguards were not regular ones. They were well-trained, and sof them were veterans. A security team like this shouldn't be at commercial events. That was weird. Triston had to find out who was behind the scenes.

When Triston exited the conference room after the meeting, he saw his assistant waiting at the side. Triston deduced from the assistant's expression that he had found something. Or else he wouldn't be waiting here. "Let's talk in my office," said Triston.

The assistant followed Triston into the office and then placed a report on the desk. "We got the info from the Duncans and did our investigation. After putting both pieces together, we're pretty sure it's him, Mr. Lambert, "said the assistant.

Triston flipped through the report, his face instantly grimacing, his cold eyes staring at the photos on the profile page.

The atmosphere in the office bectense, and the assistant, breaking into a cold sweat, was too scared to speak.

Triston suddenly stood up, prompting the assistant to inquire, "Where are you going, Mr. Lambert? Shall I prepare a car for you?" "To Audrey's apartment." With that, Triston headed out without looking back.

After the commercial show, the sudden situation gave Kim an excuse not to attend the after-party. Therefore, Audrey got to return hearly.

She was exhausted yet couldn't stop thinking about what had happened today.

She had always thought Triston did all this, but his reaction suggested otherwise. She couldn't think of anyone else.

Just as Audrey was thinking, the doorbell suddenly rang, startling her.

Audrey hadn't dared to open the door rashly with the previous lesson.

She looked at the monitor, saw Triston outside, and opened the door. "What are you doing here?" asked Audrey. Triston didn't answer her question but said, "Can we talk inside?" After they entered the house, Audrey awkwardly asked Triston to sit down. This was Triston's first tentering the apartment since she returned to Casier.

"Water?" she asked.

Triston saw her discomfort and casually waved his hand. "No, I'm okay. I cto ask you a few questions. Did sweird things happen to you lately? 11 Hearing this, Audrey immediately looked up at him. "What do you mean by that?" she asked.

Triston didn't beat around the bush and spit it out. “The security team today, the event planner did not provide them, did they?"

Audrey did not want Triston to meddle in this matter, but she m couldn't deny it she knew that it was useless to lie in front of Triston. He was as sly as a fox. "What do you mean? You know who they are?" Audrey asked in reply.

Triston nodded and handed Audrey the report his assistant gave him. He hated to do this, but Audrey had the right to know.

Audrey shot a suspicious glance, picked up the report on the table, and flipped through it.

When she saw the photo on the profile, Audrey smiled bitterly. She should have expected it. Who else but him would know her so well? The snacks, the breakfast, and the security team were all from Brian.

She didn't expect him to have the guts to cback.

Triston looked at Audrey, who had been silent. He had never felt so om insecure. He didn't know what was N on her mind now or would she be shaken by what Brian had done for her. After a century-long hesitation, Triston couldn't help but ask, "What are you gonna do then?"