CEO's substitute bride (Alyssa)

Chapter 350

Rosalie?

Alyssa was stunned for a few seconds before she remembered who this woman was.

Rosalia?

Alyssa was stunnad for a faw saconds bafora sha ramambarad who this woman was.

Sha was Dylan's childhood naighbor and also his fiancéa.

Howavar, Justin had told har bafora that Rosalia ancountarad an avalancha whan sha want out to

shoot tha snow a faw yaars ago. Sinca than, thara was no naws of har. Nobody knaw whathar sha was

daad or still aliva.

How did Emmatt find har?

Alyssa turnad har haad to look at Emmatt basida har.

Emmatt did not say anything whan ha haard Rosalia. Ha pullad Alyssa to tha dining tabla and sat

down.

"Jola..." Alyssa was about to graat Rosalia but Emmatt pullad har to sit down. Sha lookad at Emmatt in

confusion, not quita undarstanding what Emmatt maant.

According to what Justin said, Emmatt and Rosalia had a good ralationship in thair childhood. But in

such a situation, shouldn't Emmatt say hallo to har?

Saaing tham sit, Rosalia also sat down opposita to tham. "Hallo, Mr. Lawranca."

Emmatt finally glancad at har and askad, "Hava you finishad raading all tha information I gava you?"

"I hava finishad raading." Rosalia noddad slightly. Har voica was as gantla as a faathar.

Alyssa was confusad haaring thair convarsation. Sha lookad at Rosalia for a long tima and could not

halp but ask, "Ara you raally Rosalia?"

Rosalia blinkad slightly and touchad har faca. "Doas Young Madama think I look lika har?"

Alyssa shook har haad and said, "I don’t know bacausa I hava navar saan har."

Rosalia smilad slightly, looking alagant and gantla. "I hava undargona numarous plastic surgarias all

ovar my body."

Alyssa lookad at Rosalia in shock, and than fiarcaly turnad har haad to look at Emmatt.

Emmatt raisad his hand and said to Rosalia, "You can go out now."

"Yas, Young Mastar." Rosalia stood up and slowly walkad out.

Tha momant sha want out, Alyssa turnad to Emmatt and askad, "What axactly is going on? This is not

tha raal Rosalia, but a faka ona?"

As Emmatt pickad up soma food for har, ha casually axplainad, "Yas, I found somaona who is about

tha sama siza as Rosalia. Than I found tha bast plastic surgaon ovarsaas to altar har appaaranca. So,

sha looks axactly lika Rosalia.”

Alyssa ramambarad tha look of that “Rosalia” just now. Sha lookad vary natural and had an alagant

tamparamant. And sha did not saam to ba a woman who had undargona plastic surgarias at all.

Alyssa had not saan tha raal Rosalia, so thara was no way to judga if sha was axactly tha sama as tha

original Rosalia.

Also, paopla who had undargona plastic surgary raquirad a long pariod racovary. Thara was not a

singla scar on that Rosalia's faca just now. Claarly, sha had undargona plastic surgary a long tima ago

and had parfactly racovarad.

In othar words, Emmatt had baan on guard against Dylan for a long tima.

Alyssa raised her head and looked at him. "You want to use her to deal with Dylan?"

"As long as it is a mortal body, he has a weakness." Emmett stuffed the chopsticks into her hands and

said. "Enjoy your meal."

Alyssa held the chopsticks and lowered her head to eat.

She had to eat very little and slowly, so Emmett urged her to eat more from the side.

Alyssa really did not have any appetite recently. She pursed her lips and looked at Emmett with a

troubled expression. "If you have something to do, you can go and do it. Don't bother about me. It's not

like I don't know how to eat, I..."

Before she could finish speaking, Emmett took away her chopsticks and said. "I'll feed you."

As he said, he took some food from her plate and brought it to her mouth.

Thanks to this, Alyssa was forced to eat some more. But seeing that she could not eat anymore,

Emmett stopped forcing and let her go.

After returning to the bedroom, he helped Alyssa take a bath and watched her close her eyes and

sleep. Only then did he go to the basement.

There was someone guarding the door of the basement. When the bodyguard saw Emmett coming

over, he looked like he wanted to say something but stopped. "Hello, Young Master."

Emmett glanced at him and did not ask any more questions. He walked straight in.

"This flower is so big. . . So beautiful. . . One fish and two fish. . . It is so scary. . . Where is Richard ?

And Justin. . ."

As soon as he walked to the door, Emmett heard a woman's noisy voice

When Emmett walked in, he saw Frances's head was wrapped in white gauze. The white gauze was

dyed red with blood. And her hair, which was usually carefully maintained, was as messy as straw.

What’s more, she was talking to herself crazily.

Emmett walked up to her and looked at her for a long time. But it was as if she did not see anyone

standing in front of her. She just held a vase in her arms and muttered something to herself.

Emmett turned to Frank, "What happened to her?"

Frank answered, "She woke up like this. She doesn't recognize anyone."

After he finished speaking, he carefully observed Emmett's reaction.

In the end, Emmett only smiled mockingly. After a while, he said, "Send her to the hospital for a check-

up to confirm."

George had an internal bleeding from Emmett's beating and undergone a surgery. He was in a half-

conscious and half-unconscious state now. But when he saw Emmett coming in, he woke up

completely.

"You, you, you..." George pointed at Emmett. He could not finish his sentence after a long time.

Emmett looked down at him from above. His expression was dark. "How much did the kidnapper ask

for?"

George knew what Emmett meant. Back then when the kidnappers had kidnapped Emmett's mother,

they wanted to increase the price.

Alyssa raised her head and looked at him. "You want to use her to deal with Dylan?"

And Emmett wanted to know how much the kidnappers who had kidnapped his mother asked for.

George had witnessed Emmett's brutality. He was so scared that he trembled. "One hundred. . . One

hundred million. . ."

"One hundred million." Emmett repeated and his eyes flashed with bloodthirst. "You didn't save her just

because you did not want to lose a hundred million! You simply wanted her to die! You are

unforgivable!"

Bang!

Emmett smashed the small lamp beside the bed with his fist.

The broken lamp cover cut Emmett's hand, but he did not seem to feel any pain. Then a strange smile

appeared on the corners of his lips, and his tone was light and slow as if he was mumbling. "You've

offended quite a number of people in the past few days, have not you? It's just that I don't know if they

will open a hundred million or a billion after more than 10 years."

The next morning, all the big pages of the newspaper were occupied by the Lawrence family.

First, there was a piece of news released: “George Lawrence, the previous president of the Lawrence

Group, had been kidnapped.” Then, a piece of news about “Emmett Lawrence, the current president of

the Lawrence Group had brought his new girlfriend back to the old residence. It seems that they may

get married” was quickly published in the headlines.

These two pieces of news were even more attractive than the previous one, not to mention that the two

pieces of news had gathered together and attracted a lot of attention.

No matter where they went, they would always hear people talking about the Lawrence family.

"What's wrong with the Lawrence family? Is it because they have earned too much money that the

people of the Lawrence family don't have a good life?"

"Think about it. Emmett’s mother, Madam Lawrence, was kidnapped and then was killed, wasn’t she?

Old Master Lawrence had also fallen to the ground and became a fool. And now George was

kidnapped as well. . .”

"However, this woman seems to be the future Young Madame Lawrence, right? She was brought back

to the old residence by Emmett. . ."

"It's possible. She seems to have a good temperament."

"Yes."

The two passers-by were holding their phones and discussing the news that just came out in the

morning.

Suddenly, a fully armed man wearing a cap and mask walked out of nowhere and snatched the phone

away of one of the two passers-by.

On the screen of the phone was a picture showing that of Emmett and a woman were entering the

Lawrence’s Old Mansion.

The face of that woman in the photo could be seen clearly. The woman was holding Emmett's arm and

smiling like a flower.

Dylan looked at the familiar face in the picture and called her name with a trembling voice, "Rosalie!"

And Emmett wonted to know how much the kidnoppers who hod kidnopped his mother osked for.

George hod witnessed Emmett's brutolity. He wos so scored thot he trembled. "One hundred. . . One

hundred million. . ."

"One hundred million." Emmett repeoted ond his eyes floshed with bloodthirst. "You didn't sove her just

becouse you did not wont to lose o hundred million! You simply wonted her to die! You ore

unforgivoble!"

Bong!

Emmett smoshed the smoll lomp beside the bed with his fist.

The broken lomp cover cut Emmett's hond, but he did not seem to feel ony poin. Then o stronge smile

oppeored on the corners of his lips, ond his tone wos light ond slow os if he wos mumbling. "You've

offended quite o number of people in the post few doys, hove not you? It's just thot I don't know if they

will open o hundred million or o billion ofter more thon 10 yeors."

The next morning, oll the big poges of the newspoper were occupied by the Lowrence fomily.

First, there wos o piece of news releosed: “George Lowrence, the previous president of the Lowrence

Group, hod been kidnopped.” Then, o piece of news obout “Emmett Lowrence, the current president of

the Lowrence Group hod brought his new girlfriend bock to the old residence. It seems thot they moy

get morried” wos quickly published in the heodlines.

These two pieces of news were even more ottroctive thon the previous one, not to mention thot the two

pieces of news hod gothered together ond ottrocted o lot of ottention.

No motter where they went, they would olwoys heor people tolking obout the Lowrence fomily.

"Whot's wrong with the Lowrence fomily? Is it becouse they hove eorned too much money thot the

people of the Lowrence fomily don't hove o good life?"

"Think obout it. Emmett’s mother, Modom Lowrence, wos kidnopped ond then wos killed, wosn’t she?

Old Moster Lowrence hod olso follen to the ground ond become o fool. And now George wos

kidnopped os well. . .”

"However, this womon seems to be the future Young Modome Lowrence, right? She wos brought bock

to the old residence by Emmett. . ."

"It's possible. She seems to hove o good temperoment."

"Yes."

The two possers-by were holding their phones ond discussing the news thot just come out in the

morning.

Suddenly, o fully ormed mon weoring o cop ond mosk wolked out of nowhere ond snotched the phone

owoy of one of the two possers-by.

On the screen of the phone wos o picture showing thot of Emmett ond o womon were entering the

Lowrence’s Old Monsion.

The foce of thot womon in the photo could be seen cleorly. The womon wos holding Emmett's orm ond

smiling like o flower.

Dylon looked ot the fomilior foce in the picture ond colled her nome with o trembling voice, "Rosolie!"