Love Starts After We Break Up
Chapter 336

She doesn't want to go into the police station again.

It's so humiliating!

"Greyson has escaped, so you'd better be quiet and unobtrusive in the meantime. As for Violet, you'll always replace a chance to get her later."

Rosalie hung up the phone after she finished.

Alisha stared blankly at her phone and tapped on the video again.

In the video, the woman's face flashed by from time to time, and it was not really visible.

I don't know without saying it, but now look closely, this woman is indeed not Violet.

Greyson is fooling her!

"Violet the little bitch, how come she can't be fixed!"

Alisha threw the phone onto the couch with an indignant look.

"Mom, what are you talking to yourself alone at this late hour?"

Nancy came down from upstairs, saw Alisha's angry face, yawned and asked.

"Daughter, our plan has failed again! Violet the little bitch, I really underestimated her." Alisha gasped.

Nancy sat down on the couch and picked up Alisha's phone to look at it.

Restricted images were playing on her phone and she tossed it aside with a disgusted look, "Is it not Violet in here?"

"No, the person Rosalie introduced me to was fooling me."

Alisha put Rosalie's words in rough terms.

Nancy sneered, "Mom, Violet this thing to come long, there is no hurry. For now, you'd better coax Dad to get better and not really divorce him. Where is he? Still not back?" At that, Alisha looked at the time, "I asked him, he said he had a social function today and would be back later."

This old man, now temper is seen to grow.

Last night she coaxed half a day and it didn't work.

What a pain.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

The servant ran to open the door and saw Miller walk in drunkenly.

"Your father is back."

Alisha hurriedly got up to meet her.

"Miller, why are you drinking so much? Quickly, you help him to sit on the sofa for a while first. You, go and cook a bowl of sober soup for Master."

Miller, with drunken eyes open, shook his body free of Alisha's hand and stumbled upstairs.

"Go away and get out of my sight, it's an eyesore."

Alisha watched Miller's back, her breasts heaving for a moment.

She smells a woman's perfume now.

The old man still has a hickey on his neck!

Did he take the opportunity of socializing to fool around with women!

"Mom, Dad is drunk, go upstairs and serve him!"

Nancy saw Alisha standing dumbfounded and went over and nudged her.

"Serving what serving? Your father probably has a woman by his side!"

What?

Nancy frowned, with some impatience in her heart.

"Mom, calm down, don't be impulsive. If there really is a woman around Dad, you have to get the evidence first, know which coquette is pestering Dad, and then show your hand, otherwise you will make a mess. Okay, I'm sleepy, I'm going upstairs to sleep."

Why are these parents of hers so unconscious?

I really don't want to care about their crap!

Watching Nancy go upstairs, Alisha took her words in.

Now she was the one who was in the wrong, and her daughter was right, she couldn't go question Miller right away.

We have to get hold of the evidence.

Maybe it was a misunderstanding?

Thinking, Alisha took her phone and sent a message out.

"Check Miller's movements in the last two days for me."