"Yes." Finn Morgan’s gaze was calm, "Let’s postpone the search for Lydia Ingram’s wife by a day. I really don’t feel comfortable with anyone else handling this." "Okay." Justin Kingston was agreeable and consented. In the evening, after work, Finn Morgan arrived at the Deputy General Manager’s office door. He looked at Hailey Hale and knocked on the open door. The two girls simultaneously looked up at him. Hailey Hale asked, "Finished work?" She picked up her bag and walked towards him, having been waiting to get off work. Barbara Sutton sat in her spot, watching them leave, watching the two backs disappear. She still felt a sense of loss, as Finn Morgan’s eyes never looked at her, not even a glance out of the corner of his eye. Love is like a thorn buried in the heart, every recollection brings piercing pain. On the way home, Hailey Hale sat in the front passenger seat of Finn Morgan’s car. She turned to look at him and spoke softly, "Lately, something seems off with Barbara." "What’s wrong with her?" Finn Morgan asked, "Did she give you trouble?" "Why trouble me?" She asked puzzled, then blurted out, "She borrowed 50,000 yuan from me. She must have encountered something urgent, but I didn’t ask the reason." Hearing this, Finn Morgan said no more. Lending money was a minor issue. As long as Barbara doesn’t cause her trouble, that’s fine. Finn Morgan thought, Barbara wasn’t the type of woman like Monica Usher, and he hadn’t shown anything towards Hailey Hale. After a while, Finn Morgan said, "President Lane and the others are returning the day after tomorrow. I’ve taken a day off from CEO Kingston to take you to Aethel Falls tomorrow." The girl turned to him suddenly, delighted, "Really?!" "Would I need to lie about that?" Finn Morgan was also happy. "Just the two of us? Are you driving yourself?" She was a little worried, "The mountain road is far, doesn’t your shoulder ache after sitting for so long?" "No need to use my shoulder," Finn Morgan said reassuringly, "The wound has healed a lot. Don’t worry, driving 800 kilometers continuously is no problem." Hailey Hale was extremely happy, "Let’s buy them some fresh fruit. They’re probably out of stock." "Yeah, we’ll check it out tomorrow morning." The beautiful sunset dyed the whole city, lazily shining through the window onto them, as if they were a pair of golden boy and jade maiden. As night fell, a black SUV drove into the Redgrave Family yard. Joe got out of the car after Lydia Ingram and walked into the living room, going upstairs to the study. The servant brought a pot of tea and left, not even daring to breathe heavily. The funeral was held at the funeral home. The Zhong family had already visited three times, but Mr. Ingram still refused to attend, claiming that after the divorce, it no longer concerned him. Upstairs in the study. Lydia Ingram stood by the window with her hands behind her back. She spoke coldly, "Justin Kingston is investigating my affairs with Martin." There was quite a bit of dissatisfaction in her tone, as if accusing, "How did he become suspicious?" Joe kept his head bowed low, "President Ingram, he wants to bring you down. Naturally, he’ll consider all possibilities, leaving no stone unturned." Lydia Ingram was internally anxious and uneasy, given Justin Kingston’s influence. For original chapters go to nοvelfire.net She felt like an ant on a hot pan, yet forced herself to remain calm, her brow tightly furrowed, "Has all the evidence been cleaned up?" "President Ingram, I’ve checked it over again. Rest assured, it’s been thoroughly cleaned up." Joe was reliable, not only efficient but also ruthless like Lydia Ingram. Sitting at the desk, Lydia Ingram lit a cigar, "We must win this jewelry battle. If we win, even if he openly targets me, outsiders will see it as him being a sore loser, deliberately retaliating." After a while, Lydia Ingram said to him, "You can go back now. Be especially careful during this period to avoid leaving any handles." After Joe left, Lydia Ingram dialed Monica Usher’s number. At this time, Monica Usher had just returned to her room. She stared at the caller ID for a long time, her expression indifferent, but she still answered, "What’s up?"