When she put down her phone, she couldn’t help but think of the girl who got into his car last night, who was she? She only saw a back view, very much like the girl she met when picking up a card at the cake shop, but she couldn’t be too sure. If she was with Finn Morgan, then why didn’t they pay together? So Barbara Sutton ultimately reached a conclusion that the girl at most knows Finn Morgan, but is not familiar with him. After a while, she dialed Monica Usher’s number again, but it still couldn’t be connected. Thinking about what she said this morning, she’s still a little worried about her. In a certain apartment. The chief of R-Alan Group, along with several subordinates, took the elevator up to the door of Monica Usher. "Are you sure it’s here?" Lydia Ingram, with her hands in her pockets, looked on with cold and deep eyes. "President Ingram, it’s certainly here," one of the subordinates replied, "We were here last night." Lydia Ingram raised her hand and pressed the doorbell, the large gold watch on her wrist particularly conspicuous. After a short while, the door opened. An old woman, white-haired and wrinkled, appeared in the doorway, looking at the visitors with unfamiliarity. The other five were a bit dumbfounded. Lydia Ingram stepped inside with a sullen face, followed by her subordinates. The living room was the same as it was the previous night, with a white-haired elderly man sitting in a wheelchair, a young woman feeding a child, and a man hanging clothes to dry. It felt like they had knocked on the wrong door and entered the wrong room. "Who are you looking for?" The elderly woman shuffled shakily and asked in confusion. Lydia Ingram’s cold eyes swept over one of her subordinates, what’s going on?! The subordinate stated clearly, "It is here, she was living alone last night." So, is this a smokescreen? "Where is Monica Usher?" Lydia Ingram lost her patience, her cold eyes scanning everyone in the room. They all looked at each other with expressions of not recognizing her. This made Lydia Ingram’s face even darker, "Speak! Where is she?" At his shout, the three-year-old child eating started crying loudly, clearly frightened. The woman feeding quickly put down the bowl and reached out to protect the child in her arms, "Baby don’t cry, baby don’t cry." The young man, realizing the visitors were not friendly, suddenly understood something, "We are new tenants, the house was sold this morning, the previous owner seemed to have the surname Usher." At this point, the elderly woman understood as well, worried about getting into trouble, "I’ll get the contract for you, it does have the surname Usher, but we don’t know her, haven’t seen her, this house was sold through an agent." When the elderly woman took out the contract and Lydia Ingram saw the signature on it, he was filled with rage! His eyes gleamed with a dangerous light! Returning the contract, he had no choice but to leave with his people. The esteemed president of the R-Alan Group was actually played for a fool by a woman! This was really hard to swallow! He felt his dignity was at stake. And Monica Usher seemed to have vanished into thin air. The R-Alan team couldn’t find her, and Barbara Sutton couldn’t contact her either. In Ian Shelby’s villa. Justin Kingston and Mia Lane didn’t stay here last night, the feeling after the rain had cleared was truly nice, the entire house was Anton Miller’s, and he didn’t feel awkward at all. Warm sunlight filtered through the window. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel·fire.net Anton Miller had gotten up early, and Ian Shelby was carefully removing the plaster cast for him. "Try to lift it, but don’t use too much force," Ian Shelby reminded. Anton Miller’s injured right hand tried lifting slightly, it didn’t hurt at all, the range of motion was a bit bigger, everything felt fine. "Thanks, your special medicine is really something," he couldn’t help but praise with a smile, "It has reduced the recovery time by half." Ian Shelby was also pleased, "The experiment was a success, thank you too." "Haha!" Anton Miller trusted him completely, "I’ll be your guinea pig anytime in the future!"