GoodNovelChapter 727
Chapter 727:
Kyson left the police station after giving his statement, but the sense of victory from his argument with
Kristopher felt hollow. Winning meant nothing to him.
Instead of dwelling on it, he headed to the director's office to inquire about Carrie's situation. With permission,
he reviewed the mall's surveillance footage of the incident.
Once satisfied that he had done his part, Kyson left the station and returned home.
There, he prepared a small herbal remedy, picked out a bouquet of fresh flowers, and drove toward the Morrison
family residence.
While still a block away, he spotted Daxton’s car exiting the alley near the Morrison estate. Kyson had no
intention of running into Daxton. Something about the man had always unsettled him. From their very first
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtmeeting, Kyson had felt that Daxton’s polished demeanor and polite words were nothing more than a carefully
constructed facade.
Marina’s offhand comment at hhad only deepened his suspicions. She had casually mentioned once
mistaking a gangster for Daxton.
Daxton had spent years abroad, living in the shadows of high society, moving in and out of circles that Kyson
couldn't quite place. It didn’t seem like mere coincidence.
The most plausible explanation, Kyson thought grimly, was that Marina hadn’t mistaken anyone. Daxton might
very well be tied to something darker, something he worked hard to conceal behind his charming smile.
With those thoughts lingering, Kyson drove the remaining distance to the Morrison family residence. By the time
he arrived, Daxton was long gone.
Inside the Morrison estate, the servant wheeled Carrie into the living room to greet him. Carrie had just seen
Daxton off and was preparing to head to bed when she was informed of Kyson’s visit. Having already changed
into silk pajamas, she didn’t have tto change into something more formal. Instead, she quickly threw a long
trench coat over her nightgown.
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As she entered the living room, she was bundled up from head to toe, leaving only her feet exposed. On her feet,
she wore a pair of Hermes slippers.
Kyson’s gaze fell on her feet for a brief moment before he looked away. Her feet were perfectly shaped—slim,
delicate, and graceful, like they had been carved from marble. Each toe was neatly trimmed, her nails natural
and clean with a faint pink tint.
It struck him how understatedly appealing her appearance was. Unlike the women he had met who adorned
themselves with elaborate nail art, Carrie's simplicity and elegance exuded a timeless charm. She possessed the
sophistication of a woman, paired with a touch of youthful innocence—a blend that was utterly captivating.
Kyson quickly composed himself and placed the bouquet on the table.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“I apologize for disturbing you so late,” he said, his tone courteous.
“I was at the police station handling smatters when | saw Mr. Norris there with a lawyer.
The police happened to mention your name...” He paused, choosing his next words carefully.
“I assumed Mr. Norris was there to help you, so | thought I'd lend a hand if needed. But it turns out his lawyer
was representing the opposing side.” His voice carried a subtle note of disapproval.
Kyson continued, his gaze softening as he looked at Carrie.
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