After putting down her phone, Linda recalled the girl sitting in his car the previous night, wondering who she was.

Although she had only seen a figure, it reminded her of the girl she had once met in the dessert store. However, she wasn't sure.

'If she was with Finnley, why didn’t they pay the bill together?" Ultimately, Linda concluded that the girl must know Finnley, but they were not close.

A while later, she tried to call Catherine again but failed to get through. Catherine's words in the morning worried her indeed.

Catherine's apartment.

Leslie took the elevator and arrived at Catherine's apartment door. “Sure it's her apartment?” Leslie gazed at his men, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his slacks.

“Yes, Mr. Eastwood. I'm sure,” one man answered, “We were here last night.”

Leslie pressed the doorbell, his golden watch shining under the light. Shortly after, the door was opened.

A granny with gray hair and a wrinkled face looked at them at the door, seemingly puzzled.

were baffled. Leslie entered the room sullenly, followed by

However, an old man with gray hair was sitting in a wheelchair. A

the wrong place. “Who

men

affirmatively, “It's the right place.

wondered if this was a

Catherine Collins?” Leslie ran out of patience, glancing at people in

residents exchanged glances with each other, looking baffled. Leslie

scared the little boy eating.

mother put down the plate hurriedly, holding the boy protectively.

“We've just

Collins, but we didn’t know her and had never seen her. We bought this apartment through an agency.” S~ᴇaʀᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and

the granny showed them the agreement, Leslie

full of angry

agreement to the new residents, he

too furious to

her, nor did Linda reach her on the phone.

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