Chapter 564

Chapter 564

Morris was the one driving Hank back to Charity Orphanage to retrieve his belongings.

Hank sat in the backseat. Sitting beside him in the back was Cherise.

No one spoke inside the car–it was eerily quiet. The atmosphere made Hank glance at Cherise, who was sitting next to him with her arms crossed, staring expressionlessly straight ahead.

Morris was just as silent, focusing solely on driving. However, his fingers drummed lightly on the steering wheel, tapping at an irregular rhythm.

Hank shrank his neck slightly, feeling that something was off. After a few minutes, he finally mustered the courage to speak. “Well, Ms. Leach?”

Hearing him call her, Cherise turned her head and fixed her gaze on him. “What is it?”

Her response only deepened Hank’s unease. Boldly, he asked, “Uh…Ms. Leach, why does it feel like the atmosphere is kinda weird?

“Is it that the two of you can’t have a third person in your space? Should I just get out and ride my bike to Charity Orphanage instead? Playing the third wheel like this feels way too weird.”

At his words, Cherise let out a light chuckle, seemingly relaxed. “Huh, that won’t be necessary.” After a brief pause, she added, “Are you sure there’s nothing you’d like to tell me from the heart?”

“What?” Hank yelped at the unexpected question.

something like that now? I do have plenty of heartfelt things I’d love to tell you, but I’m afraid

finished speaking, he even

the horn made it clear that he was

it to heart. I just talk too much.” Hank immediately shrank his neck again, his survival instincts kicking in. “Focus on driving! Honking like that at night not only

to Cherise. “Ms. Leach, I’d say my IQ is pretty decent–I could barely pass as a little Einstein. But my emotional intelligence? Not

beating around the bush. I prefer being straightforward. “There’s something I need you to explain

felt a little

asked, “Did you make a signal jammer

I used my homemade signal jammer to take control of that woman’s surveillance feed. That’s how I

Two years ago, when I switched identities with the real

asked as

suddenly feeling nervous. For some reason, whenever

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like she could see right through him–he couldn’t

his eyes, a mysterious smile playing on her lips. Then, she pulled out a piece of paper covered in handwriting To be precise, it was the letter

grin on his face froze. Cherise

got me. What do I do

reaction, Cherise’s smile deepened. “What’s wrong? Cat got

together and muttered, “Well…the handwriting on this letter is really beautiful. Don’t you think so, Ms.

to the orphanage. She tapped her fingers lightly against the car

the letter to Jean was from the orphanage. You arranged for her to do it, and you even

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