Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife Chapter 1126 - 1165: As If Mocking

This is because the script she’s currently writing is a mystery-romance, so naturally she needs to gather so material, and she follows the proper procedure by filing a report here. The Prosecutor’s Office supports this as well. After all, if this type of film is successful, it will greatly benefit the image of the Prosecutor’s Office.

Naturally, the case files Mabel Quinn can review are not confidential docunts.

The staff at the Prosecutor’s Office led Mabel Quinn into an empty eting room and helped move all the materials she needed onto the conference table.

"Miss Quinn, you can review these case files here, and if you need anything else, feel free to co to my office," the staff mber said.

"Okay, thank you," Mabel Quinn replied, and after the staff mber left, she began to flip through the files.

These case files are governed by strict rules: they can be read but not taken out, copied, or photographed. Mabel Quinn understood the precautions, and fortunately, the staff mber didn’t take her phone — he only ntioned that it would be checked when she left.

Mabel Quinn started reviewing the files and took notes on key points in the personal notebook she had brought.

Although much nowadays is typed on computers, Mabel still prefers the feel of using a pen for key notes.

Ti passed unknowingly, and at this mont, several cars stopped in front of the Prosecutor’s Office, and many high-ranking officials ca out to greet them.

A tall figure erged from one of the cars, causing those officials to shiver. Kyle Kinston ca to G City, and many knew it was for the rger of several major corporations. If successful, it would obviously be beneficial for G City, so city officials were eager to facilitate it. However, the purpose of his visit here wasn’t clear, so caution was necessary in dealings.

Thus, these big shots appeared enthusiastic, yet were in fact very cautious. Kyle Kinston’s face didn’t show much of a smile — he rely pressed his thin lips slightly together. No one knew about the pain that just flashed through him.

It ca quickly and faded just as rapidly, yet it was another reminder of the Full Moon’s approach.

Tonight is the Full Moon. Kyle Kinston glanced at the sky — the sun was still up there. It’s already 3 PM, and he needs to wrap up discussions before 6 so he can return to his lodgings.

Because, once the sun turns into the moon, the pain will not allow him to maintain composure in front of others as it does now.

Now, as he ages, the painful premonition before the Full Moon becos more frequent and intense, not to ntion the anguish during the Full Moon night — each year it’s increasingly unbearable.

It’s as if the pain doubles in intensity every year.

When you think you’ve started to adapt to the pain, thinking you can endure, reality often slaps you with a cold hand repeatedly.

Small wonder that, while the Kinston Family has always had individuals of strong will and exceptional talent, yet no one has lived past 45; even his father’s reaching 43 was a miracle of sorts.

It’s uncertain how long he’ll last — maybe by next year or the year after that, he’ll end it himself?

Kyle Kinston mused, the corners of his lips slightly curled as if in a faint smile, also in mockery.