Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 207

Liam couldn’t dare to think further, quickly replying, “Yes, Mr. Zachman. I’ll notify you immediately as soon as I get any news.”

“Wait. There’s something else.” Liam suddenly remembered. “Ms. Jones seems to have sent someone to investigate your whereabouts, but our people are on it.

“Ms. Jones shouldn’t have found any leads yet. How would you like us to handle this?”

“Make sure Clara’s whereabouts are kept secret. I don’t want anyone there finding out,” Wren said, worried that Ivy might act rashly and harm Clara.

Liam had clearly anticipated this, so as soon as he found out Ivy was investigating both Clara’s and Wren’s movements, he sent someone to take care of it. But he hadn’t expected such a major upheaval to occur in the Zachman family within just a month

“I understand, Mr. Wren. Don’t worry. Everything is arranged. However, if someone from Mr. Carlisle’s side is looking into things, we might not be able to hide it Torlong

When knew well that if Carlisle really wanted to investigate him, it would be impossible to keep it hidden. The only reason Carlisle hadn’t searched for him yet was because he didn’t take him seriously.

He was certain that they were cut from the same cloth, and Wren wouldn’t stay away forever.

But now, Carlisle had lost his patience, which was why he had sent Liam to relay the message. If Wren insisted on staying here, Carlisle would certainly take action. Back when the Zachman family had financial problems, their marriage alliance with the Farrell family had brought both families to their peak.

Farrell family’s holdings

had only grown stronger. With the power Wren had right now, he couldn’t go

gambling on any possibilities concerning

had no choice but to

closed his eyes, suppressing the bittemess rising inside, i

and

coldly, “I understand Tell him I’ll

sigh of relief, “Alright, Mr. Wren. I’ll call Mr. Carlisle right away

a flight for three days from now.

him your decision.”

to book a ticket for Ms. Salford as well? Liam asked.

Ween was willing to retum, surely he’d managed to make things right

mentioning Clara. “No. Clara won’t

surprised, then cursed himselt silently for

uny later”

toward the kitchen, continuing, “Give me

Lifting the lid of the pot, he stirred the congee with a spoon. But his mind was clearly elsewhere, the coldness in his expression