Hello, Mr. Brent

Chapter 94

Alan took out the key and opened the attic door.

Emily said in surprise, "I didn't expect you to have the key to the attic. It seems that Mrs. Brent is very

nice to you."

Alan smiled bitterly, turned on the light and said, "Let's count it! I remember that set of crystal glasses

was put in the cabinet in the southwest corner last year."

"Wow, so many things!" Emily opened her mouth in surprise. The room was full of beautiful things.

Although they were well arranged and some of the items were boxed, she was already shocked just by

looking at the items placed outside.

"These are all unused, defective goods and this is not where the really good stuff is kept. I can't get the

key to there either," Alan smiled bitterly.

Emily had just envied him for being in Mrs. Brent's good graces, but she hadn't realized that he was C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

just the one who looked after the room where the unused items were kept. Now she felt embarrassed.

"I'm sorry!" Emily apologized.

Alan smiled and said, "It's okay. My status as an illegitimate son is already awkward. It's my honour to

live here."

Emily pursed her lips and said, "Don't say that. You... Are part of the Brents. It's only natural that you

should live here."

Alan shook his head and smiled bitterly, "You must have heard something about me! But you absolutely

did not know that if I had been born that two days earlier, I would replace Franklin as the head of the

entire family. At that time, my mother and Mrs. Brent were pregnant at the same time, and my mother's

due date was still a week before Mrs. Brent's. Mr. Brent said that whoever gave birth to his son would

be his next wife. But I was born two days late when I should have been born earlier, and it was

because of this that I live a completely different life. Originally, Mr. Brent wanted to get rid of me,

because he couldn't have his heir surrounded by a threat, but my mother took me and ran away. By the

time I was brought back again I was ten years old, Mr. Brent had wanted to have me drowned, and it

was my mother who saved my life and made me who I am now. But my mother died for me, and it is

already a great honour for me to be alive. What could I possibly ask for? My mother told me when she

died that I must live well and not hold a grudge against anyone and that I should live with her will."

"What? Is that true?" Emily was horrified.

She had only seen this kind of thing in TV dramas, but she didn't expect it to happen in real life. Even a

vicious tiger would not eat its cubs. Mr. Brent actually did such a crazy thing.

"You don't have to look at me with pity. Actually, I feel very good now, at least much better than the

average person," Alan said with a smile.

Emily pursed her lips and sighed, not knowing what to say.

This was a privacy for the Brent. She could not say anything about it.

"Is it that cabinet? Let's see if anyone has put the missing cup back in the cabinet?" Emily quickly

changed the subject and opened a cabinet with a crystal cup written on it.

Sure enough, there was a set of eleven crystal cups inside, which should have been twelve. There was

just one missing, just like Alan said.

"No! It's better to talk to Mrs. Brent," Emily said.

Alan nodded, "I'll go and tell her! In case she asks how you knew about it again. I'll just say I

accidentally saw the ledger and found out about it."

"Thank you!" Emily said.

Alan smiled and said, "You're welcome. This is what I should do."

"It's so stuffy inside. Let's go out!" Emily wiped the sweat off her forehead.

The attic was really stuffy. It was probably because there were no windows. It was only been a short

while and she was already hot, her forehead was sweating and her clothes were getting soaked, so

she needed to get some air.

Alan nodded and walked to the door before her. He opened the door and was ready to go out.

But unexpectedly, he frowned and said in surprise, "Why can't the door open?"

"Ah?" Emily was surprised and hurriedly pulled herself.

She was strong enough, but she didn't pull back. It was clearly locked outside, so it couldn't be opened.

"It seems... Locked," Emily muttered.

Alan was startled and immediately pulled again. He gritted his teeth and tried hard, but he couldn't

open it.

Alan pulled a long face and he quickly said, "Someone must have secretly locked it outside while we

weren't looking."

"Ah, what should we do then? I'm dying of heat. He wouldn't want to suffocate us here, would he? Don't

you have a key? Try it with the key," Emily said hurriedly.

Alan took out the key and tried it. It couldn't be opened at all. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's locked

from the outside. My key can't be opened at all. I'm afraid the person who locked the door didn't just

want to smother us to death."

"Then what else does he want? Who's so wicked? That's too much," Emily said angrily.

She started to find her cell phone and realized that she didn't bring her cell phone when she came over.

"Did you bring your phone?" Emily asked anxiously in an instant.

Alan took his phone out and looked at it. He frowned and said, "My phone is out of battery."

Emily was speechless.

"What are we going to do now? We don't have a cell phone. We can't even call for help." Emily

stomped her feet in anxiety.

After a moment of hesitation, she rushed to the door and slapped it hard, "Help! We're locked."

"Be quiet." Alan quickly covered her mouth and dragged her to the back.

Emily struggled out of Alan's arms, "What are you doing? Why don't you let me shout? How will anyone

come to our rescue if I don't shout?"

"If people knew we were here, what kind of gossip do you think there would be about what happened

between the two of us? It would be hard for us to explain." Alan asked.

Emily was stunned and quickly understood.

"We're just here to take a look at the crystal cup. We didn't do anything. There's not going to be any

unspoken gossip between us," Emily said with embarrassment.

She didn't even believe it when she said it. Mrs. Brent had been waiting for Emily to make a mistake

and this was a good opportunity for Mrs. Brent.

Alan smiled bitterly and said, "If Mrs. Brent knew, with her disgust for you, she would definitely tell

Franklin and exaggerate the details! Do you think Franklin would believe you then? He already doesn't

like me, and I'm afraid he'll be even angrier if he finds out you're staying with me. I think that's why the

man outside deliberately locked the door and locked us inside."

"But if we don't get help, how are we going to get out of here? Are we going to stay here forever?"

Emily said hurriedly.

"I know this door." Alan said, "This is an electronic security door. It is set up as an electronic door

because of the fear of burglars. This door is locked by the person outside and opens automatically after

three hours. We can only get out while that time is up."

"Three hours?" Emily screamed.

She would faint from the heat if she stayed in here for another 30 minutes, not to mention three hours.

It was an attic. Furthermore, it was so hot and there was no ventilation, just like a big steamer in here.

"There are now two options. The first is to go out now and we are misunderstood to be doing

something unseemly in the attic. The second is to wait another three hours. It's your choice." Alan said.

Emily thought for a moment, then sat down on the ground with grievance and gritted her teeth, "Three

more hours!"

Emily didn't want to be misunderstood. According to Mrs. Brent's character, if Mrs. Brent found out

about this matter, it would be widely known, and by then, Franklin would also know about it.