NovelEnglishAfter putting down her phone, Linda recalled the girl sitting in his car the previous night, wondering who she was.
Although she had only seen a figure, it reminded her of the girl she had once met in the dessert store. However, she wasn't sure.
‘If she was with Finnley, why didn’t they pay the bill together?’ Ultimately, Linda concluded that the girl must know Finnley, but they were not close.
Awhile later, she tried to call Catherine again but failed to get through.
Catherine’s words in the morning worried her indeed.
Catherine’s apartment.
Leslie took the elevator and arrived at Catherine’s apartment door.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Sure it's her apartment?” Leslie gazed at his men, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his slacks.
“Yes, Mr. Eastwood. I'm sure,” one man answered, “We were here last night.” Leslie pressed the doorbell, his golden watch shining under the light.
Shortly after, the door was opened.
A granny with gray hair and a wrinkled face looked at them at the door, seemingly puzzled.
The other five men were baffled. Leslie entered the room sullenly, followed by them.
The living room still looked the sas last night. However, an old man with gray hair was sitting in a wheelchair. A young woman was feeding her child, and a young man was doing laundry.
The five men had an illusion that they had found the wrong place.
“Who are you looking for?” the granny followed them and asked in confusion.
Leslie glanced at his men coldly. ‘What's going on?’ Aman answered affirmatively, “It's the right place. She stayed here last night.” They wondered if this was a trick.
“Where is Catherine Collins?” Leslie ran out of patience, glancing at people in the apartment sullenly.
The residents exchanged glances with each other, looking baffled.
Leslie looked more annoyed. “Tell me. Where is she?” His roar scared the little boy eating. He burst into tears in fear.
His mother put down the plate hurriedly, holding the boy protectively. “Don’t cry, baby. There, there.” The young man could tell they were tough to deal with. Suddenly, he was enlightened. “We've just moved in. The apartment was sold to us. The previous owner seemed to be surnamed Collins.” The granny also understood what was going on. Afraid of getting in trouble, she suggested, “I can show you the agreement. The owner's family nwas Collins, but we didn’t know her and had never seen her. We bought this apartment through an agency.” When the granny showed them the agreement, Leslie seethed with rage when seeing Catherine's signature.
His eyes were full of angry flames.
After returning the agreement to the new residents, he had to take his men away.
He was the president of the R-Alan Group but was tricked by a woman.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLeslie was too furious to let go of this matter, feeling humiliated.
However, Catherine seemed to vanish from the world.
R-Alan Group failed to find her, nor did Linda reach her on the phone.
Rowan'’s villa.
Ivan and Jennifer didn’t stay there the previous night. It was a sunny day after the storm. Spencer remained in the villa alone, and he felt joyful.
The warm sunshine fell through the window.
Spencer got up early, and Rowan carefully removed the plaster from his arm.
“Try to lift your arm. Don’t put too much strength,” Rowan reminded him.
Spencer lifted his right arm and didn’t feel hurt. Then he lifted higher, feeling well.
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