Chapter 2447 You're the Biggest Suspect

In the blink of an eye, it was already the end of the month.

Atlanta had the first snow of the season.

Snowflakes scattered on the road, which made a beautiful scenery.

However, it was a pity that the snow plow trucks quickly cleaned up the roads.

It was gone before Selena had time to appreciate it.

As Selena expected, Eric was indeed avoiding her.

Since that night, Eric did not show up again.

Selena had a period of peace and quiet until Mitchell rushed over one afternoon with a bag of desserts in his hand as a gift.

Selena greeted him happily.

"Mr. Crawford, why are you so polite? It's been a long time since we met! Let me get you a drink on the house!"

"No, Ms. Nelson. I still have to drive. I just bought this along the way. Otherwise, it's not appropriate for me to come empty-handed."

Mitchell handed over the dessert.

It was a well-known dessert store. Mitchell specially chose a popular bakery and ordered the sugar-free version.

Selena was touched by his thoughtfulness.

"Mr. Crawford, I don't know how to thank you. If your boss had even a hint of your thoughtfulness, he wouldn't still be single!"

Mitchell paused, smiled meaningfully, and felt a little embarrassed.

He rubbed his hands together. "Well, in fact, I came here this time because Mr. Ferguson asked me to come over."

Selena just took out a piece of mille-feuille, but when she heard what Mitchell said, she put it back again.

Mitchell could not help but laugh.

"It's nothing big, but Mr. Ferguson said he left a shirt here some time ago ...?"

Selena frowned and thought about it before she nodded.

"Oh, right! If you didn't mention it, I would've forgotten about it!"

looked at her with

thought, 'Ms. Nelson really acts fast! She completed

expression, Selena immediately added an

spilled wine on him that

I'm aware of everything. Mr. Ferguson

smiled as if nothing

on Eric's description, Eric saw through Selena's conniving thoughts

he want that shirt? Wait a sec,

went upstairs after

wanted it back,

busy routine and

looked at it, and knew that the wine stain could not be washed off. The

so it would not come off even the most ordinary shirt, let alone Eric's expensive custom- made

stood there and pursed

he still want this shirt? Don't

touched the pocket of

this shirt. Maybe it’s because

"Me?"

surprised. She did not believe

between me and Mr. Ferguson. I wished he would leave quickly, but he insisted on going upstairs

into the bag, but this time he

little wrinkled and messy because it was not

a

lowered his

why don’t you go and

do you mean? He wants me to deliver his shirt to him? It's just

did not forget about his

being a

His

left an important card in his shirt pocket. After he

"What the f*ck!"

and her heart was thumping

door and ask for money? Ugh! How could he put anything in this stupid shirt?! I swear I didn't

was, Mitchell was a little

had been a

deliberately making it hard

might not

a little helpless

should not have

It might even backfire.

already see the

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