Originally, they were just in the sa school. When Vera Wave first enrolled, she was very diligent in her studies, and Karlina Spencer was already a top student figure. As ti went on, their relationship grew closer.
Vera often brought her food, clothes, and other necessities, and even lent her money a few tis. Karlina was very polite and even wrote an IOU for her, saying she would pay interest once she started working.
Kris Cooper was a bit puzzled, "How co I’ve never seen her?"
Vera shrugged, "I ntioned you to her, said you were in the sa major, and even suggested introducing you two. She said she wasn’t interested, and after that... I never brought it up again."
"Then why did she drop out and switch schools?"
"I don’t know. By then, I had already returned to the country and never saw her again." Vera sighed softly, "No wonder the first ti I saw her, I had a sense of déjà vu, I didn’t expect..."
Vera didn’t finish her sentence.
Once, she had treated Karlina so well, yet the other party didn’t even acknowledge her as a forr friend. Worse still, she tried to steal her man. Reflecting on it inevitably brought so heartache.
Kris Cooper took the photo from her hand, gently placed his hand on her shoulder, and lightly patted it.
"Losing such a friend is no loss at all, don’t think too much about it."
The car stopped below the restaurant. Kris Cooper tucked the photo into an envelope. As his gaze swept over the photo, a flash of inspiration crossed his mind, but just as he tried to grasp it, the thought vanished like a fleeting cot.
"What’s wrong?"
Vera had already gotten out of the car and turned around to ask in confusion when she saw him still sitting there.
"Oh... nothing!" Kris Cooper snapped back to reality, stretched his legs out of the car, "Let’s go, let’s eat first."
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Suburban villa.
The family doctor carefully removed the bandage on Irene Spencer’s arm, rinsed it, and applied a new bandage.
Irene frowned deeply in pain but didn’t make a sound, while the two assistants beside her had already turned pale.
As the doctor packed up the toolbox, the door was knocked. An assistant went over to open it, and Irene’s lawyer walked in from outside.
"How is it?"
Irene imdiately raised her face to inquire.
The lawyer sat down on the small sofa, frowning and shaking his head.
"There’s nothing that can be done. I sought out three or four familiar contacts today, but each said they couldn’t help. They said your case is closely watched by the City Bureau, and they’re... afraid to bend the rules."
Ever since getting out of prison, Irene had been pressing her lawyer to find a way to get her passport back.
This ti, she vaguely felt sothing was wrong, and if she stayed any longer, even if the police couldn’t find anything on her, Kris Cooper wouldn’t let it go easily.
The best course of action right now was to leave here as soon as possible, go abroad, and in the vast expanse of the world, no one would be able to find her.
Who would have thought, now after trying everything, she couldn’t even get her passport back. Without a passport and papers, she couldn’t think about leaving.
"Is there any other way?" Irene asked.
"Now, we can only wait." The lawyer replied.
"Until when?" Irene asked impatiently.
She didn’t want to stay here even for another hour.
The lawyer spread his hands, "You can only wait until your detention period ends. Once this case is closed, I’ll find a way to help you get your docunts back."
Saying this, the lawyer glanced at the two assistants.
"Miss Spencer, shall we talk upstairs?"
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