NovelEnglishSniffing the strong durian smell in the room, Mya blinked while watching him.
‘Does Finnley dislike this smell?" Mya immediately stood up, closed the box, and tied the bag. Then she trotted into the bedroom.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShortly after, she rushed out to turn on the ventilation system in the living room.
“Are you all right?” She trotted to the bathroom door. Seeing him washing his hands, she could tell he had overcome it. She felt sorry.
“I'm OK.” When Finnley left the bathroom, he could tell the durian smell faded slightly. “Have you finished it all?” “Nah. | put it in the bedroom.” She followed him. “Have you never tried it?" Finnley didn’t answer. Raising his wrist, he checked the watch. “It's getting late. Good night.” Suddenly, his phone rang. Finnley picked it up and checked the caller ID. Instead of walking away, he swiped to answer in Mya's presence. “Hello?” “Mr. Russell, we've found all Leslie Eastwood's wives and sent them to the villa. They are served friendly and paid with salary.
They said they would follow our instructions when necessary.” “Good job. Please keep an eye on them. Thanks.” “By the way, Mr. Russell. We also found another matter,” the man on the other end of the line added in a low voice, “Before Ingrid passed away, the last person she called was Leslie Eastwood. They talked for five minutes. However, we still haven't obtained their conversation yet. | obtained Ingrid’s phone from the police station, but it had been damaged by the water. It's under repair now.” “Keep the phone well,” Finnley reminded them, “Don’t repair it. | can extract the information. Send it to my office at 8 A.M.
tomorrow.” “Yes, Mr. Russell.” After ending the call, he found Mya had returned to the bedroom. While eating the durian, she watched a soap opera. Her wound had almost been recovered.
Suddenly, her phone rang. She picked it up and was taken aback. Then she swiped to answer, “Hello, Mom?" “Where are you, Mya?” Shirley Powell asked in confusion. “I didn’t see you or the servants at home. There's a layer of dust on all furniture.” “Did you return home?” Mya was surprised. “Didn’t you tell me you would come back this weekend?” “We wanted to surprise you.” Shirley sounded worried. “Where are you now? Why aren't you home for so many days?” “Calm down, please, Mom. I'm in my friend's house.” Mya felt guilty.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Which friend? Give me the location. Hurry!” Shirley was anxious and missed her indeed. She wondered how her daughter had spent the past few weeks.
Mya felt an intense migraine as she couldn't tell her mother she was staying with Finnley.
If so, her mother would misunderstand.
“Just a friend. Mom, it's so late now. I'll go home tomorrow. It's time to sleep. You should go to bed. See you.” Then Mya ended the call.
Shirley called her phone again, but Mya hung it up directly and turned her phone off.
No longer in the mood to have the durian, Mya thought for a moment and dialed Jennifer's number. “Hello, Jennie. Are you asleep?” “Not yet.” “My mother returned to town earlier than planned. She didn’t see me home, so she was mad,” Mya explained in a low voice, “Can you cover me and tell her I'm staying in your house?” “No problem,” Jennifer agreed. “I'll call her to stop her from worrying.” “OK. Thank you, Jennie.” Saunders’ Villa.
Shirley was anxious when her phone rang. “Honey, is this the landline number of Emerald Bay? Help me check it.” Her husband, Clarence Saunders, hurriedly checked the number. “Yes, it is.”
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