Nightti, the Hale Family in Riventhal.
Paige had just finished her bath and was applying body lotion in the bedroom. After so ti spent together, she felt that Finn Morgan was a man worthy of her daughter’s trust.
She was very satisfied with this future son-in-law and eagerly anticipated the wedding the day after tomorrow.
In the study next door.
Dennis Hale, who seldom smoked, lit another cigarette to ease his anxiety.
The air was filled with a faint scent of smoke. He sat at his desk, the computer screen in front of him showing all news about Lydia Ingram.
Headlines stood out boldly with anger—
"The Sinister Overlord Finally Captured, With the Police All Out, Lydia Ingram Can’t Escape!"
"Responsible for 18 Deaths, If There’s Still a Way Out for Her, Where Is the Justice?"
"Riventhal’s Biggest Drug Lord Finally Captured, Unexpectedly the President of R-Alan Group"
Long articles with detailed narrations of Lydia Ingram’s capture, along with nurous photos circulating online.
The comnts below were all claps, cheers, feeling thrilled and inspiring...
Dennis Hale understood that on the day he was captured, the scene online would certainly be even more spectacular.
The sense of disparity in his heart made every second feel like a year, as if sitting on pins and needles.
Once he was caught, the dia couldn’t bother him.
But what about Hailey and Paige?
They would have a hard ti... Dennis Hale couldn’t bear it.
So, he dialed a number and said in a low voice, "Secretary Shaw, secretly put the house I’m currently living in up for sale and sell it as soon as possible."
"Okay, Mayor, anything else?"
"Not for now."
After speaking, Dennis Hale hung up the phone.
He took a bank card out of the drawer, stared at the card number for a long ti, and finally made up his mind three seconds later, putting out the cigarette and heading toward the master bedroom.
As soon as he entered the bedroom, a faint fragrance hit him.
The woman applying body lotion turned her head and smiled, asking, "Finished with work?"
"Mm." The man ca up to her, "This card is for you, it’s not under my na, and the password is your birthday. There’s so money in it."
Hearing this, Paige was slightly stunned, then smiled, "What do you an by this? Why are you suddenly giving this?"
"Just take it." He placed the card into her palm, "You’ve been a full-ti housewife for years, consider this your reward and surprise. Use it when necessary, after all, money is the only reliable thing."
"With you by my side, I’ll never need it in this lifeti." But she still accepted it, after all, it was her husband’s token of thought, "All these years without work, haven’t you bought everything I wanted?"
"You need to learn to be independent in the future; after all, you’ll soon be a grandmother." Dennis Hale gently stroked her silky long hair and looked at the gentle woman in the mirror.
"That’s true, that’s true..." Paige smiled brightly upon hearing this.
"Hailey is getting married, our daughter has grown up. After you retire, we’ll travel around the world, as the Morgan family has only Finn as a son, they will surely take care of the child."
She was here planning their later years, unaware that such peaceful nights were already numbered.
"Get so sleep early."
Dennis Hale subconsciously took a longer look at his wife in the mirror, wanting to rember her appearance deeply.
He couldn’t help but recall their wedding day, her wearing a wedding dress, also sitting in front of the dressing mirror, with a smile full of anticipation on her face.
She held his hand and said, in this materialistic society, we must never forget our original intention of marriage, we must grow old together.
"Dennis." Paige looked at him through the mirror, "What’s going on with you tonight? You seem a bit strange, are you hiding sothing from ?"
"What could I possibly hide from you?" The man’s lips curled slightly, hugging her, "I’m going to take a bath, you get in bed and wait for ."
"Alright." The woman said with a gentle smile.
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