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“What’s the big deal?” Stanley looked genuinely confused, his brows practically knitting together. “Getting eyelid surgery or tweaking your features isn’t exactly out of the ordinary these days.

“Why bother pulling out cash for that?” Riley said, shaking his head. It had taken him ages to dig all this up.

Stanley pressed, “How can you be sure she spent that money on cosmetic surgery?”

“I checked the surveillance tapes from that time,” Riley replied matter–of–factly, not trying to hide anything. “The day after she withdrew the cash, she went to the hospital and stayed for a couple of hours. The catch is, there’s nothing online about her getting a follow–up or second appointment.”

Getting hold of those surveillance tapes was a nightmare for Riley; it took almost superhuman effort.

Since it had been ages, most of the stuff was nearly impossible to track down.

On paper, hospital records only stick around for two years, but honestly, if you know the right tricks, you can still dig them up.

Stanley scratched his chin, a puzzled look on his face. “Yeah, that is kind of strange.”

“Should we keep digging?” Riley asked, since this was Jeffrey’s personal stuff and he figured Jeffrey ought to decide. “Doctor’s details are in the files.”

Jeffrey’s voice was cold as ice. “Go ahead and check.”

“Wasn’t your order,” Riley said with a laid–back shrug. “I was just bored and killing time online.”

Jeffrey handed the file to Gregory. “Go to Honnala.”

Gregory nodded. “Got it.”

Riley arched an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye.

‘Seriously? We’re just dropping this?‘ he wondered to himself.

“Aren’t you going to say something about it?” Stanley chased after him as they headed out. “You’re really not going to look deeper into Andrea’s situation?”

“No need,” Jeffrey replied, keeping it short.

Whatever Andrea did had nothing to do with him.

Jeffrey honestly didn’t give a damn about plastic surgery.

‘So what if she’d changed her whole face?‘ Jeffrey thought. ‘She still saved my life, and none of that can be erased.

Stanley shot a look back at Riley. “Aren’t you at least going to try convincing him?”

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“What’s it got to do with me?” Riley said with a lazy shrug, like he couldn’t care less. “I’m only digging into this because we’re friends. If he doesn’t want my help, I’m not about to force it down his throat.”

Stanley could only gape at him, speechless.

‘Forget it,‘ Stanley thought, shaking his head in resignation.

handling Rebecca’s situation first,‘ he told

out and stuffed her into the car–just in case things went

Meanwhile,

guards from top firms. They’d scheduled interviews for tomorrow afternoon,

Rebecca finally grabbed her fully charged phone and saw several missed calls from Jeffrey. Her brows furrowed slightly,

she decided not

took Samuel

they’d had some time to digest, she

Amelia found Rebecca and chatted for a while. “If Jeffrey shows up and

Rebecca nodded. “Okay.”

look on her face, Amelia asked, “Got

times between five and six this afternoon,” Rebecca said, not even sure what she was feeling. “Probably showed up, saw the house all locked

or does later, don’t

“Okay,” Rebecca nodded.

after Jessica or Ian, just leave it all to me,” Amelia said, steady and unfazed. With her resources, threats like that

nodded obediently the whole time.

her into a

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Rebecca tossed and turned, unable to sleep

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escape, he seized her, his eyes cold and resolute as he told her, “If you want me to let you go, you’ll have to

woke up with

sweat, her heart still pounding

sleepily, his little hand unconsciously clutching her arm. “Did you have a

Rebecca said, trying to steady her nerves as she gently patted his back. “Go back to

slept next to Samuel because she was worried he might have trouble

it was her who couldn’t get any

night, Jeffrey’s words from her dream echoing in her mind. Just thinking about the look

just as restless that

whole night staring at Rebecca’s chat window,

told him where she was, he’d let everything from yesterday slide, act like nothing ever happened. But the sun came

send a single

shutting him out

after seven,

the food, his

come to him, he’d go

if Ms. Jensen refuses…” Gregory hesitated,

were cold and emotionless. “Do I need to

Gregory nodded. “Understood.”

Around eight o’clock,

breakfast

up as a delivery guy, and less than

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