Lydia Ingram suddenly grabbed the hand in front of her and said coldly, "I’ll co another day." Then she left without turning back.
Just finished with Monica Usher, how could he have the energy to deal with another woman?
He certainly didn’t want to lose face in front of a woman.
Grace White felt unloved... Even though Ariel Chandler was dead, didn’t he need a woman? Why was he becoming more and more distant?
"Does Lydia have another woman?" As soon as this thought erged, Grace White’s heart skipped a beat, and she imdiately beca uneasy.
Inside Monica Usher’s apartnt.
She ca out after showering, but Lydia Ingram’s presence was nowhere in the room. She had no idea where he went, so she lit a cigarette and sat in the chair by the window.
The main room light wasn’t on, dusk poured through the window, and the woman’s silhouette appeared lonely.
She smoked as the rings of smoke clouded her face, blurring the location of Lydia Ingram’s car on her phone, which wasn’t at his house.
What was he doing there?
Just as she was puzzled, her phone rang, a number popped up, she answered, "Speak."
"Mrs. Usher, Lydia Ingram is involved in drug trafficking with a huge amount, but the evidence is hard to collect. He’s particularly cautious with each transaction," the other party reported. "The Verdant Bar is a place he often used to go. It’s said that the bar owner, Grace White, had a fling with him and helps him deal drugs."
"What did you say?!" Monica Usher was astonished, "Grace White??"
"Yes."
"Do you have a photo of her?" Monica Usher asked nervously.
The other party was puzzled, just a woman, "Do you want a photo? If you want, I’ll get it imdiately."
"Yes," she replied affirmatively.
"Alright."
Monica Usher quickly collected herself, "I’ll send you a location, help check what he’s doing here." She suspected it to be Grace White’s ho.
"Yes."
The call ended, Monica Usher sent the location over.
Yet she remained lost in thought for a long ti, sitting at the window waiting... waiting for the day Lydia Ingram is sent to jail! This way, she would be completely free of him.
If Grace White really is that Grace White, then she too deserves to go to jail!
Monica Usher loathed her current life greatly; every minute, every second made her feel extrely disgusted!
She picked up her phone and dialed Barbara Sutton’s number, but it was still turned off.
Strange, where had she gone?
Night was falling.
A phone call startled Justin Kingston and Mia Lane, who had just fallen asleep.
Justin Kingston turned on the bedside lamp, the phone kept ringing, "CEO Kingston, the police said the USB is empty, but it had stuff when I sent it over."
Upon hearing this news, Justin Kingston was instantly awake.
But he quickly composed himself, "Okay, I know." Not wanting to disturb the woman beside him sleeping, he hung up the phone.
But Mia Lane was already awake, "What happened?" It’s unusual to call this late.
"The safety net has shown itself," Justin Kingston told her, "The USB I sent to the police contained evidence of Lydia Ingram’s cris, but when opened, it was empty."
This made Mia Lane’s heart skip a beat, "So bold? Is there a problem with the USB? Is there a ti limit?
"We’ll go to the company tomorrow to check the backup USB," but Justin Kingston already had a bad premonition.
Mia Lane also couldn’t fall back asleep, "So what are you planning to do now? Can Gigi help with this?"
"Not necessarily, but since things are like this, the Verdant Bar must have replaced its staff. The police won’t find any clues if they go there. They’re always ready, which is why they can keep escaping the law."
"Let’s wait until Friday, it’s just tomorrow left."
"Hmm."
Justin Kingston took out his phone and imdiately called Finn Morgan, "Have you slept?"
"Not yet, what’s up?" Finn Morgan’s voice was gentle.
Justin Kingston briefly explained the situation and asked, "Will Lydia Ingram’s exes cause any trouble?"
"Don’t worry, CEO Kingston, those won have one biggest trait: They all deliver when paid. Without exception, they’ll definitely be useful by Friday."
"Good," Justin Kingston sighed lightly, "Get so early sleep, we’ll talk at the company tomorrow."
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