Forged My Marriage, Stole My Baby—Now I’m the Judge You Kneel To - Chapter 82: Chapter 82
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Sebastian might be the famous heir in New York's elite circles, but there was another saying that circulated among the wealthy—
If Caspian Saintclair were still in the country, Sebastian would only rank second.
Unlike Sebastian's unhinged nature, Caspian was the quintessential elite gentleman—calm, controlled, handsome, and distinguished.
Under his leadership, the Saintclair family's business empire and influence surpassed even the Rookwoods.
It was just that the Saintclairs had focused their efforts abroad in recent years, and he rarely returned home.
"I do have a favor to ask of you—"
Aveline licked her dry, cracked lips.
The girl quickly poured her some water. Outside, there were three knocks on the door.
A young man walked in—tall and well-built, with handsome features touched by warmth that softened his naturally cool demeanor.
"Brother!" the girl quickly introduced. "This is my brother Caspian Saintclair. Oh, and I'm Lyra Saintclair. What's our lifesaver's name?"
"Autumn."
This was the new name Aveline had given herself.
Because after summer comes the harvest season of autumn.
After enduring suffering, she wanted a name with good meaning.
"Miss Autumn." Caspian spoke politely, his voice deep and warm. "Thank you for your help. Not just one request—even a thousand. As long as I can do it, just say the word."
Lyra said happily: "If my brother says so, then it's settled. There's nothing in this world he can't do."
Aveline no longer hesitated: "After I left the country this time, someone might investigate my identity and whereabouts. If it's convenient, could you keep all my information confidential?"
"Very convenient." Caspian nodded. "Please rest assured and recover, Miss Hart."
He spoke casually, but with an understated confidence that was completely convincing.
Aveline's anxious heart finally settled completely.
She knew that this time, Sebastian could search heaven and earth and still wouldn't find her.
After Caspian left, Lyra stayed by Aveline's side.
Worried she might be bored, she chattered away about many things.
She even told Aveline everything about why she'd been attacked.
Listening to her story, Aveline's eyes widened slightly. Could such a coincidence really exist in the world?
It turned out Lyra had a childhood friend who was her social equal, and that crazy woman was his obsessive stalker.
When her advances were rejected, she wanted to destroy Lyra.
She thought that if Lyra disappeared from this world, she could have the love she wanted.
This woman was so similar to Serena.
Aveline felt fate was magical. At the airport, she'd been inexplicably drawn to Lyra's demeanor, which was why she'd looked at her twice and discovered the woman's intentions in time.
She never expected their experiences to be so similar.
But actually, there were also significant differences.
If Caspian Saintclair were still in the country, Sebastian would only rank second.
Unlike Sebastian's unhinged nature, Caspian was the quintessential elite gentleman—calm, controlled, handsome, and distinguished.
Under his leadership, the Saintclair family's business empire and influence surpassed even the Rookwoods.
It was just that the Saintclairs had focused their efforts abroad in recent years, and he rarely returned home.
"I do have a favor to ask of you—"
Aveline licked her dry, cracked lips.
The girl quickly poured her some water. Outside, there were three knocks on the door.
A young man walked in—tall and well-built, with handsome features touched by warmth that softened his naturally cool demeanor.
"Brother!" the girl quickly introduced. "This is my brother Caspian Saintclair. Oh, and I'm Lyra Saintclair. What's our lifesaver's name?"
"Autumn."
This was the new name Aveline had given herself.
Because after summer comes the harvest season of autumn.
After enduring suffering, she wanted a name with good meaning.
"Miss Autumn." Caspian spoke politely, his voice deep and warm. "Thank you for your help. Not just one request—even a thousand. As long as I can do it, just say the word."
Lyra said happily: "If my brother says so, then it's settled. There's nothing in this world he can't do."
Aveline no longer hesitated: "After I left the country this time, someone might investigate my identity and whereabouts. If it's convenient, could you keep all my information confidential?"
"Very convenient." Caspian nodded. "Please rest assured and recover, Miss Hart."
He spoke casually, but with an understated confidence that was completely convincing.
Aveline's anxious heart finally settled completely.
She knew that this time, Sebastian could search heaven and earth and still wouldn't find her.
After Caspian left, Lyra stayed by Aveline's side.
Worried she might be bored, she chattered away about many things.
She even told Aveline everything about why she'd been attacked.
Listening to her story, Aveline's eyes widened slightly. Could such a coincidence really exist in the world?
It turned out Lyra had a childhood friend who was her social equal, and that crazy woman was his obsessive stalker.
When her advances were rejected, she wanted to destroy Lyra.
She thought that if Lyra disappeared from this world, she could have the love she wanted.
This woman was so similar to Serena.
Aveline felt fate was magical. At the airport, she'd been inexplicably drawn to Lyra's demeanor, which was why she'd looked at her twice and discovered the woman's intentions in time.
She never expected their experiences to be so similar.
But actually, there were also significant differences.
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