Hello, Mr. Brent

Chapter 149

"Alan, it was you that night!" Emily said gravely.

Alan looked at Emily in confusion and said, "Emily, what's wrong with you? I don't understand what

you're saying."

Emily got out of bed and sneered, "You understand. You just pretended not to understand. You were

the one in Michelle's room that night! I saw that it was Franklin. Although he denied it, I still insisted it

was him. Because I thought I was looking at him, and it was impossible for me to have a person who

looked exactly like him or even imagined him. But the moment you came in, when I saw you, I realized

that someone looked exactly like him, and that person was you. And the way you just came over was

exactly like the person I saw with my binoculars."

Alan smiled bitterly and said slowly, "Because of this, do you believe in me?"

"Of course not. Franklin refused to admit it. At first, I thought he was hiding it from me. But what Lisa

told me was not unreasonable, and when I think about it, he didn't have to hide it from me at all. In fact,

before I met Michelle, I had already wavered and even thought that I was really dazed and misjudged.

But Michelle's words misunderstood me again. I thought she admitted that the person she dated that

night was Franklin. But now that I think about it, she didn't admit it from the beginning to the end. She

just said it in a disguised tone, which made me misunderstand it further. It must not be a coincidence

that I met you when I came out of the coffee shop. You and Michelle had already discussed it! That's

why it appeared in real time. Franklin called me and told me that you were complicated, not as simple

as I thought you were. I think he already knew it was you! I just don't know why he didn't tell me. I don't

know if he was afraid that I would be sad or if he didn't want to expose you."

"Of course I'm afraid you'll be sad. He's been nice to you. It's the first time I've seen him treat a person

so well in all these years. Otherwise, I wouldn't have played such a big game of chess with you to get

you out of the room just to disturb his thoughts," Alan said slowly.

Emily was so angry that his face turned pale. He finally admitted that he had planned all this on

purpose.

"Why, why did you do this? Alan, I've always treated you as a friend. Why did you do this to me?" Emily

asked sadly.

Alan said, "I didn't mean to hurt you. He's nice to you, but it's not appropriate for you. A simple and kind

person like you is not suitable for the big dye tank of the Brents. I really treat you as a friend, so I have

to do this. My friendship with you is real. Otherwise, I wouldn't have risked my life to find you in the

mountains at night. It's my sincere intention to bring you out to relax. I just hope you can escape the

troubles of Lancaster."

"Shut up," Emily said angrily, "You've done so much and circled around so many times. Your ultimate

goal is to disrupt Franklin's thoughts and achieve your conspiracy. Don't say it so nicely. Do you think

I'm a three-year-old child? You'll still fall for me at this point. I'm so silly, I should have thought of it. I

should have suspected you since I was locked up in the attic in The Brents' Residence, and you

deliberately directed yourself that time! Lisa told me, but I still don't believe it. I think you're a good

person, a kind and trustworthy person, so I'm really too stupid."

"Emily, I'm sorry. You're the only one who makes me feel guilty about this. You trust me so much, but I

have to lie to you again and again," Alan said guiltily, lowering her head.

Emily grunted coldly. She knew better than anyone that his pitiful apology was just another scene.

Why didn't she realize that he was so fake and always treated him as a vulnerable group?

"Emily, what are you doing?" Alan asked as soon as he saw that Emily was leaving.

Emily snorted coldly, "Of course I'm going back. Do you think I can still share a room with a liar like

you?"

"It's dangerous for you to go down so late. You can't go out without anyone leading you. Let's talk about

it tomorrow morning! I'll take you out tomorrow morning." Alan grabbed Emily's wrist and said.

Emily shook him off and said, "Let me go. Do you think I'll believe you again? You must have some kind

of plot, so you brought me here to make Franklin anxious. You won't let me leave tomorrow. You'll only

imprison me until the day your plot is completed. I won't let you succeed. I'm leaving now. I'm going

back to Lancaster, back to Franklin."

"If you go out now, it will only be dangerous. Why do you have to believe that I have a conspiracy? I

just want to get back what belongs to me. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"Your things? What does SY Group have to do with you?" Emily was startled and suddenly asked in

shock.

Alan smiled bitterly and said, "You even thought of this. I didn't expect you to be so smart. You really

make me reluctant to let go. Franklin doesn't deserve you, he doesn't deserve you."

"You want to compete with Franklin, you want to be the president of The Brent Group?"

"The Brent Group is mine, and that position is mine," Alan yelled suddenly.

Emily looked at him in shock.

Alan suddenly closed his eyes in pain and said in a low, hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, I'm too excited. I didn't

mean to lose my temper with you. I'm telling the truth. Franklin's identity was mine, and the Brent

Group was mine. I just took back what belonged to me." Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

"But Franklin is right. I know that the Brents is unfair to you. But that was caused by Mr. Brent and Mrs.

Brent. It has nothing to do with Franklin."

"How can it be okay?" Alan said bitterly, "When I say that Franklin's identity is mine, I don't mean the

identity of the president of the lish group, but as an eldest son and a son. You have no idea who I am. I

am Franklin, and he is Alan."

"I don't understand what you're saying." Emily was confused by him. He was Franklin and Franklin was

Alan.

Alan smiled bitterly and said, "Of course you don't understand. No one will understand. No one knows

that the child Mrs. Brent gave birth to earlier than twenty years ago with a fertility drug is not healthy.

The Brents wouldn't let a sick person manage the family business. She did something to have a

healthy child on the day my mother gave birth, and had her two days' child be swapped with my

mother's. That way, she would not only give birth to the first child, but also a healthy one. Of course,

there's no need for my mother's child to exist. As long as the replaced child dies, no one will know

about Mrs. Brent's plot and her goal will be achieved."