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?”

tightly as if

at

bodyguard deliver it to you

“Which bodyguard?”

called over

you encounter anyone when you were delivering the

shook his head.

again. “Alright, you can

not press further, but she didn’t say anything more, afraid of tipping her hand. She left

Carlene due to the importance of Eric’s

anything about the Shepards recently? If the fingerprint on the notebook Carlene gave me was left three days ago, could it be that my brother showed up to save her? She didn’t seem to believe it herself. I think she knows there’s no way my brother’s fingerprint could

couldn’t lie.

silent, furrowing his

deceased and many unanswered questions, it was hard to draw any

nothing useful, and returned it to avoid suspicion. But Ethat makes no sense. If Eric knew it was his notebook, wouldn’t he

an explanation. He

into it discreetly. If he’s still alive and in Greenfield,

window, his tone indifferent. “I’ll

hotel, lan checked some files, then couldn’t resist

a big exclamation mark, showing that he’d

number was also blocked.

about his investment in

since she bit him the other

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

sensation with a tolerable

who rarely checked Instagram, opened his account and immediately saw a photo

filled with typical rich kid stuff: luxury cars, beautiful women, and

photo, he wrote

into an

pulled into the photo, as she was there