Chapter 1007 Mysterious Gift
Audrey couldn’t stop herself from thinking about Triston after she returned home. She clearly didn’t love him anymore, but why did she care who flirted with him? She thought about it carefully and laughed at her foolishness.
‘Ding-dong,’ went the doorbell.
Audrey frowned and thought, ‘Is it Triston?’
She walked to the door unpleasantly and looked into the surveillance, ready to tell Triston to go away, only to find the security standing outside.
“What’s the matter?” asked Audrey, confused. The security was polite. “Miss Swann, there is a package for you. We have checked. It’s safe. Do you want to sign for it?”
The apartment manager and the security crew knew Audrey lived in this building. She never had packages delivered to her home as a precaution against overzealous fans.
She was unsure what the package contained, but as security had deemed it safe, she decided to sign for it.
“Wait a second,” said Audrey.
She opened the door and took the package in. The label on it showed it was sent by the seller directly.
She opened it with a knife, and there it was: a box of her favorite snacks.
In show business, actresses had to have that perfect, skinny look on the screen. They would pretty much try anything to keep their bodies slender. Snacks were a luxury for them. Audrey would eat snacks only when she felt depressed.
Who knew her so well and bought her every kind of her favorite snack? She couldn’t figure it out. But it reminded her of the jewelry.
The only thing she could be sure of was that Triston had nothing to do with it. Then who could it be? She had no idea.
Triston felt low after Audrey left. He had cut off contact with every woman he knew, but Audrey had no trust in him. He didn’t know how to explain. There was nothing to explain, to begin with.
“Mr. Lambert, Miss Swann has returned home. I left after I saw her lights on,” said the driver who sent Audrey home.
Triston nodded, frustrated. He thought for a while and called his assistant.”
Look into this jewelry brand called Iris. See if they are working with Audrey recently.”
“Yes, Mr. Lambert. I’m on it,” answered his assistant.
Triston was lost in thoughts after he hung up. Audrey had been avoiding him for some time. It was strange that she asked him out today and mentioned this brand. He could only hope to find some clues on this jewelry company.
Soon, the assistant called back. “Mr. Lambert, I have the information you requested.”
