Chapter 310
Albert wanted to ride with her, but Dorothea shot him down without a second thought. They ended up driving separately, meeting at a quiet café with barely anyone else around.
“So, what is it?” Dorothea asked, her voice tinged with impatience.
Albert pressed his lips together, looking genuinely stung. Was this what things had come to? She couldn’t even talk to him for a few minutes without getting annoyed. He seemed to have completely forgotten how cold he used to be with her.
He slid a folder across the table to her. “Dorothea, I’m not here to just badmouth Latham or stir up drama between you two. He’s way more dangerous than you realize p>
Dorothea raised a skeptical eyebrow and pulled out the documents. A faded photo slipped out and landed on the table. Her eyes narrowed. In the picture, she recognized her own younger face, probably from sixth grade, standing beside the school principal. The man next to them looked just like Latham.
A small, bitter smile tugged at Albert’s mouth. “You’re not imagining things. That’s Latham at eighteen. Pretty wild, right? You were just twelve or thirteen then and he was already showing up at your elementary school. Isn’t that a little messed up p>
“It’s just a photo. That doesn’t make it stalking,” Dorothea said, unconvinced.
From what she remembered, she didn’t even know Latham until her first year of high school. Even if their paths crossed earlier, it didn’t mean he knew who she was back then.
“You’re too trusting, Dorothea,” Albert scoffed. “Do you even know where I got this picture? The principal himself gave it to me and told me that Latham specifically asked for a copy at the time p>
Dorothea’s heart skipped a beat.
“Why do you think Latham would go out of his way for this photo? He told the principal it was because he ‘looked good’ in it. Do you really buy that excuse p>
It sounded ridiculous, but honestly, it was exactly the sort of thing Latham would say. Even with suspicion creeping in, Dorothea kept her face calm.
“It’s just a photo. That doesn’t prove anything. You say he asked for it-how am I supposed to know that’s true? I’m supposed to believe you just because you say SO p>
Albert didn’t seem surprised by her reaction. He just tapped the table and gave her a cold look.
“There’s more in the folder. Why don’t you keep reading p>
The next set of papers were familiar. One was about Rhodes, the Brown family’s old housekeeper. Another was on Eve, who used to run their kitchen. The last file was on Albert’s own assistant, who had worked for him for years before suddenl e suddenly quitting three years ago. That was right around the time Dorothea
started working at Clark Group as Albert’s secretary.
She couldn’t figure out what these people had in common.
“So what’s your angle now? Are you going to claim my husband set all three of them up to frame you p>
When she said “my husband,” Albert
flinched. She’d never called him
anything so intimate, not even when things were good between them. Now, she said it so casually, like it was nothing. Was her relationship, with Latham really that solid now?
Dorothea didn’t notice his reaction. She just glanced at him, impatience creeping back in.
“What, nothing to say? Or are you just coming up with another story to blame on my husband p>
Albert’s eyes darkened. There was pity there, but also a hint of mockery.
“I’m not as low as you think. You can listen to the recordings from these three people yourself. Paperwork can be faked, but voices? Would really need to bribe three different people just to set Latham up p>