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Chapter 249

Chapter 249

it was at that precise moment that Toby became sure of the truth: Tina was not Maple.

After all, if she indeed was Maple, then why would she burn the letters which had brought them together instead of keeping them and reminiscing over them? Because she was afraid that keeping those letters would one day bring her lies crumbling down.

Jean saw that Toby was trembling slightly, like he was suppressing insurmountable rage. A chill ran down her spine as she swallowed and asked hesitantly, “T-Toby, what’s the matter with you?”

Toby ignored her and took out his phone to make a call.

Before long, Tom’s groggy voice sounded from the other line as he yawned and asked, “President Fuller, is there something wrong?”

“Come by the Fuller Residence now. I need to ask you something.” Having said that brusquely, Toby hung up the call without another word.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the phone, Tom sat up in bed with a spaced-out look on his face. Did he just ask me to drop by the Fuller Residence?

As his mind cleared up, he detached the phone from his ear and stared at the screen. When he saw that it was close to midnight, he let out a

 

frustrated groan. For heaven’s sake, it‘s late at night, and it’s nearly midnight! He must be insane to have asked me to go by the Fullers‘ Residence! Whatever this is about, why couldn’t he have told me over the phone and insisted that I go over to his place?

Despite Tom’s resentment, he got out of bed anyway and begrudgingly began to get ready, then headed over to the Fuller Residence as ordered.

At around 1.00AM, he found himself standing in Toby’s study. “What is it that you needed to ask me, President Fuller?” he asked with a polite smile, though he was cursing Toby over and over in his heart.

As though sensing the man’s annoyance, Toby shot him a pointed look and tapped his fingers against his ice-cold desk. “Do you think Tina is Maple?”

“President Fuller, are you suspecting that Miss Gray is not your pen pal from all those

Toby nodded in affirmation.

the man was not joking, he said after a long pause, “To tell you the truth, President Fuller, I don’t think Tina and Maple are the same person at all. I’ve

what I’ve gathered about her, she’s warm and kind, not to mention outgoing and witty, but Miss Gray boasts none

at Toby apprehensively, worried

Toby did not appear furious at all but looked as if

comments about Miss Gray, but I wonder why

She has none of these qualities, and she has no right to

He pushed his glasses up his nose bridge and asked, “Have you discovered something that made you doubt

cold and distant to Miss Gray for the past two days. That makes sense, seeing how he

he would naturally grow

Tom’s question and asked instead, “You were the one who collected Maple’s letters on my behalf when I was

her address. Do you want me to drop by the place and find out

“Yes” Toby replied.

sir,” Tom said dutifully. “I’ll

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widened as the sudden realization that something was off dawned upon

this. “What is

going on here. President Fuller, Maple lives all the way in Marina City, but the Gray Residence is in Eastbourne. Both these cities are practically sixty kilometers away, and the

he heard Tom’s deduction, and his eyes widened by a fraction as he pondered on this new revelation. That’s right. If Tina really was Maple, then the postal address would have been Eastbourne and not Marina

spoke up again from across the desk, “I remember you mentioned that Maple used to have a

chin jerked

the first wife. All these aside, I caught a glimpse of Tina’s handwriting last month when she got bored in your office and scribbled a couple of things. While she didn’t often write after she was discharged from the hospital, I noticed

to Toby, but she did pen the address on the envelopes, which was enough to make him come to the conclusion that she had understated and refined handwriting. It was distinct and easy on the eyes, unlike Tina’s,

a person who had

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