Chapter 427 - 406: She Has Completely Lost Her Freedom

At 10 AM, Chloe Simpson returned to the Johnson Family’s home.

As soon as she stepped into the living room, with one foot still outside, the tense atmosphere hit her head-on.

In the living room, Alexander Johnson was kneeling before the Old Sir of the Johnson Family.

Selene Wilson sat on a wheelchair, on one side of Alexander Johnson.

Liam Johnson stood behind Alexander Johnson.

Gabriella Dyer sat on the sofa next to the Old Sir of the Johnson Family.

There was not a single servant around.

"Speak up, how do you explain this?"

Soren Johnson lifted his cane and struck the ground forcefully, questioning Alexander Johnson who was kneeling on the floor.

After the Old Sir of the Johnson Family finished speaking, the entire living room fell into silence, it seemed as if even the sound of a pin dropping on the ground could be heard clearly.

Chloe Simpson also realized that what had happened this time was unusual, her steps halted, and she stood there at the doorway watching.

No one dared to make a sound.

And at this moment, suddenly a whistle rang out.

Right behind Chloe Simpson.

The person whistling was none other than Alan Johnson.

A particularly abrupt whistle drew everyone’s attention, including Chloe Simpson.

She turned to look at Alan Johnson, from the angle of those in the living room, it just happened to look like the two of them had returned together, chatting and laughing.

"Hmph, I wondered why she suddenly decided to let go. Turns out she’s involved with our second elder. Father, look, I’ve always said this woman is no good."

Gabriella Dyer, looking like she was enjoying the spectacle, was the first to speak.

"Hey, sister-in-law, I’ve just returned from abroad and got falsely accused even before getting in the door, really unjust. Besides, there’s surveillance both inside and out of the Johnson Family’s home, if you don’t believe me, just check the footage."

Alan Johnson, with a laid-back demeanor, directly bypassed Chloe Simpson, walked into the living room, and sat on the sofa.

"You!"

Gabriella Dyer was rendered speechless.

Soren Johnson only uttered a sentence: "Welcome back."

But even with this one sentence, it was evident Soren Johnson believed Alan Johnson.

"Yes, Father."

Alan Johnson dropped his relaxed manner, stood up, and nodded respectfully.

"It’s good you’re back. Rest for a few days, let me know when you’re ready, and I’ll arrange for you to go to the company."

Soren Johnson continued to instruct.

"... Okay."

Alan Johnson glanced at Liam Johnson, acknowledged with a nod, and then sat back down on the sofa.

Alexander Johnson remained kneeling on the floor, motionless.

Soren Johnson then turned his gaze to Chloe Simpson.

"Miss Simpson, you are really something."

Soren Johnson’s voice was not loud, yet it carried a strong sense of oppression, especially the murderous intent that rose in his eyes as he looked at Chloe Simpson.

"Sir, what do you mean by this?"

Chloe Simpson felt a slight tightness in her chest, but still looked at Soren Johnson boldly and calmly.

"Chloe, don’t pretend ignorance in front of me. How many lives do you have to dare to act in front of me?"

Soren Johnson suddenly burst into rage, picked up the pile of photos from the table, and threw them at Chloe Simpson.

When those high-resolution photos, one after another, were thrown at Chloe Simpson’s face, scattering on the ground.

She saw the contents of the photos clearly, and her eyes instantly widened.

"Chloe, you’d better honestly explain everything. Otherwise, you won’t leave the Johnson Family’s door alive today. My words are final!"

Soren Johnson got up from the sofa, leaning on his cane, pointing directly at Chloe Simpson.

Chloe Simpson glanced at the photos on the ground: "Hah, what a joke. Sir, what kind of explanation do you need from me? Lucas Hughes is my ex-husband, and even though we’re divorced now."

"Which law states that the two of us can’t meet anymore? This matter seems to have nothing to do with the Johnson Family, right? You being so furious, I’d like to ask why?"

Chloe Simpson finished speaking, then glanced at Selene Wilson slightly.

On the ground, the photos were all scenes of her and Lucas Hughes drinking in a booth at The Empyrean last night.

Going to find Lucas Hughes last night was at Selene Wilson’s behest, why did these photos end up in Soren Johnson’s hands this morning?

And the matter with Alan Johnson, what exactly is Selene Wilson planning?

She still hadn’t figured it out.

Looking at Selene Wilson now sitting in a wheelchair, it seemed as if none of this had anything to do with him.