Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 584

“lan, fingerprints can’t be faked. There are no two identical fingerprints in the world. This is what the machine tells us. Eric is still alive. For some reason, he just hasn’t reached out to you.”

lan’s breathing picked up after hearing Fitch’s suppressed excitement.

“I’m coming over now. Let’s talk face–to–face.”

lan sat in his office, waiting in silence for Fitch.

Fitch arrived quickly, bringing the test results: “Now we just need to trace the movement of this notebook for the past three days.”

lan rubbed his temples, feeling a mix of emotions.

“Fitch, let’s keep this under wraps for now.”

He was worried that all of this was just wishful thinking.

Furthermore, even if Eric was still alive, he hadn’t made contact for six years. It could be that he was unable to or that he had run into other issues.

All in all, this was a complicated situation.

Fitch nodded, signaling for lan to call Carlene and invite her to talk.

Carlene looked exhausted, having been up all night.

Getting the call from lan felt like being summoned for judgement.

She met them at the agreed location and saw Fitch.

Her body jolted, her complexion paling.

lan’s face was expressionless as he asked her, “Has this notebook always been with you?”

the table clenched tightly as if

it at the

my bodyguard deliver it to you yesterday.”

“Which bodyguard?”

called over her bodyguard.

bodyguard, “Did you encounter anyone when you were delivering the notebook?”

shook his head.

again. “Alright, you can go for

a little surprised to see him not press further, but she didn’t say anything more, afraid of

to Carlene

could it be that my brother showed up to save her? She didn’t seem to believe it herself.

micro–expressions couldn’t

silent, furrowing his

deceased and many unanswered questions, it was

notebook has always been at her house. This means someone stole it from her house, found nothing useful, and returned it to avoid suspicion. But Ethat makes no sense. If Eric

explanation. He stood

he’s

window, his tone indifferent. “I’ll have someone look

files, then couldn’t resist opening his

big exclamation mark, showing that he’d been removed

number was also

about his investment

had been hurting since she bit him the other day. He couldn’t eat anything until

of her blood and saliva mingling with his was like a thin wire wrapping tightly

sensation with

he, who rarely checked Instagram, opened his account and immediately saw

stuff: luxury cars, beautiful women,

photo, he wrote a caption.

an

into