GoodNovelChapter 0698
At this moment, Dylan only felt a faint ache in his chest, but he quickly shifted to the main point.
"I've already had Desmond start investigating Vivian's son. I've also arranged for someone to handle your bail.
You'll be out soon."
"You act like | don't have my own people," Suzy replied coldly.
"The people underare no less capable than yours. Besides..." She raised an eyebrow. "If | needed bail, you'd
be the last person I'd rely on."
Her tone sharpened as she added, "Dylan, letbe honest with you you should focus on finding that woman
you slept with. Don't wait until her baby is born and you still haven't tracked her down."
"So, you're saying you're planning to use yourself as bait to lure that person out?"
Dylan ignored her words entirely, redirecting the conversation to where he wanted it to go.
Suzy was speechless.
Forget it. She should let him do what he wanted.
She rose from her seat without sparing him another glance or a goodbye. Without hesitation, she walked out of
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Dylan's gaze remained fixed on her retreating figure, his dark eyes growing even deeper and more inscrutable.
On the matter of Vivian's son, both Allen and Desmond had conducted thorough investigations.
Yet, neither found any evidence of shady dealings or improper transactions. Everything about him seemed
perfectly normal.
Unable to resolve their doubts over the phone, the two arranged to meet in person.
"If someone was behind this, they'd have offered him something in return," Desmond said, taking a drag from his
cigarette.
"But there's no sign of any transactions in his accounts. What are we supposed to think-he got paid in cash?"
Allen, watching Desmond, gestured for a cigarette himself.
However, he only held it, sniffing it lightly without lighting it.
Desmond raised an eyebrow. "No lighter?"
"No, | don't smoke!"
As someone knowledgeable about medicine, smoking was out of the question, especially now that Riley was
pregnant.
"You should cut back too. There's absolutely no benefit to smoking."
Desmond took another deep drag, exhaling slowly. "You think I don't know all that? | don't even want to smoke,
but the stress is killing me. Look at this mess!
"I'm not complaining. Well, not really, but honestly, those two... ever since Mrs. Wright married Dylan three years
ago, my workload has tripled.
Then when they divorced, | thought I'd finally get a breather, but nope. Things just got worse. Especially lately!"
He shook his head, exasperation etched into every word. "If it's not one thing between them, it's another. | can't
even catch a single moment to myself."
The more Desmond talked, the more pitiful he felt, and his frustration turned to anger.
"And then there's Claude and Charlotte. Everything always comes back to those two. Even though they're dead,
their messes just keep piling up.
"You know what | really want to do right now?"
"What?" Allen asked, his tone half-curious, half-amused.
Desmond gritted his teeth. "I want to hire a priest to send their souls straight to hell, so they can't reincarnate
and cause any more trouble in the next life!"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAllen nodded solemnly. "I'd support that."
Desmond chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, enough joking. Let's focus on what we're supposed to do next."
Allen raised his eyes to the distant sky, his tone steady. "We do nothing. Just like my boss said-we hand the
initiative over to the other side."
"Do nothing?" Desmond frowned.
"Vivian's son is adamant that Mrs. Wright is the murderer. We've managed to keep the news contained for now,
but there's no such thing as a completely airtight cover-up. The rumors have already started."
"My boss doesn't care about that," Allen said reassuringly.
"Trust her. And trust your Mrs. Wright, she'll turn the tables in her favor."
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