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Taniyah:
She thought she had communicated with him, but it turned out that everything she said was in vain.
“You loved her and you slept with Belinda! Why don’t you just die!” She slammed the table in a fit of rage, and if she could have, she would have grabbed the ashtray on the table and smashed it on his head.
Desmond stood up and the torn divorce agreement that he had dropped from his leg fell to the ground, scattering with a clatter.
“I will retrieve everything she sold and burned, including her heart! We will reconcile, and in this lifetime, she can only be with me!”
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Taniyah paused for a few seconds, then suddenly stood up and chased to the door, shouting, “You just tore a photocopy, don’t think you can get away with it! It’s useless! I’m telling you, it’s useless!”
You dog!
What were you doing instead of playing deep emotions at that time?
Late affection is cheaper than grass!
She rubbed her temples with a headache, with his current attitude, it seems difficult to end this marriage.
On a rainy spring night, it was as cold as deep autumn.
Desmond sat on the steps outside the villa’s entrance, watching the footage recorded on the day she burned the wedding photos. She stood in the yard, looking at him with such a sad expression, and then so resolutely threw the lighter into the bucket…
What was he doing at that time?
He saw himself sitting inside, happily talking on the phone, as if he had seen a ghost. He dared not look, dared not remember, dared not think further… He wanted time to go back, to that day, he would definitely not be so foolish again, he would beg for her forgiveness, tell her that the only person he loved in his heart was her.
The rain fell on his face, but what rolled down was hot.
Harold was holding an umbrella for him from behind, but the rain was too heavy, it couldn’t be stopped at all.
The boss’s personal life was not easy to manage or evaluate, but today’s outcome… seems to be a matter of time, just like Mrs. Harrison, who is so smart and composed.
“Go and buy back all the jewelry that Mrs. Harrison sold, and put it back.”
“Yes.”
“The wedding photos were framed again in the original photo frames and hung back in their original places.”
“Okay.”
Desmond said, and Harold complied with whatever he said.
Can the things that can be sold and bought back not be the same as
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before? Even if a replica of the wedding photo, which has turned into ashes, is made, it is only a substitute. The original emotional attachment has already worn off. Will Mrs. Harrison be moved by this?
Desmond’s phone vibrated.
He answered slowly.
“Mr. Harrison, we have traced the whereabouts of Mrs. Harrison. Yesterday afternoon, she used her card at a shopping mall in Chainia.”
“Chainia?” Desmond furrowed his brow, “That’s impossible, I didn’t find any boarding information for her.”
“But we found her outbound flight records here, she was on board a Gulfstream G650 private business jet, but the owner’s information was unwilling to be disclosed.”
Desmond’s face darkened abruptly.
He hung up the phone and got up, striding into the wind and rain. “Notify the crew, I’m going to Chainia immediately. Also… check if Ezequiel went to Chainia.”
The only person in Freyburgh who could sneak away with mysteriously was him!
He should have thought of it earlier!
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The next morning.
Guadalupe had breakfast, went back to her room and changed into a casual professional suit. She put on flat leather shoes and put a tape recorder in her bag before leaving the hotel.
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Just as Ezequiel was about to leave for the venue, he realized that Guadalupe was not there.
“Where is she?”
“Oh, she went over to the factory. She found that some of the data didn’t match and wanted to take a look.” Gilbert said with some reservation, just in case it was a misunderstanding or a mistake.
“…She wouldn’t have thrown a tantrum and skipped work, would she?” Ezequiel questioned skeptically.
He woke up and remembered the pull he had made last night.
“No, no, she really went to the factory. It’s not a big deal, but it’s not small either. I wanted to tell you, but your schedule today was too packed, so she said she would go first.” Gilbert explained.
Ezequiel nodded and didn’t ask any more questions.
Guadalupe took a taxi to the factory.
I also quietly enjoyed the beautiful scenery along the way.
Arriving at the factory on the island, she stated her identity, and the factory manager, along with the administrative and financial staff. immediately came out to greet her. The factory manager was a man in hist forties, of average height, slightly overweight, with dark skin. Upon seeing her, he had a face full of obsequious smiles.
Two parties made simple self–introductions.
The factory manager’s name was James Oliver. He was a local and had been working here for fifteen years. He had worked his way up from being a general worker in the workshop.
“I had heard earlier that the president was coming to inspect the branch
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office, and we were all very happy and excited. Everyone wanted to catch a glimpse of him,” James said with great emotion.
..” Guadalupe stifled a laugh and joked. “I’m afraid you
‘t be able to see his holy face this time, the schedule doesn’t allow for it. You’ll just have to make do with seeing me.”
“Guadalupe was even more beautiful than a beauty queen, so why settle for just being average.”
“Mr. Oliver, you were very good at praising people.”
After a pleasant but insincere conversation, James took Guadalupe to visit the management office, workshop, cafeteria, and other places..
Guadalupe was not in a hurry, she asked some production–related questions while visiting, occasionally taking photos with her phone, indicating that she wanted to bring them back to show the CEO.
James understood.
After looking around, it was already noon. Guadalupe said she wanted to eat at the cafeteria.
She queued up with the employees and, after getting her meal, deliberately sat with three female workers.
Guadalupe first chatted with them about some casual topics, and once the conversation was flowing, she asked about their work clocking in.
The clocking machine was at the entrance of the workshop, without a
camera.
In other words, even if a person used two cards, they would not be discovered.
“I heard that you guys had a haunted house.” Guadalupe whispered.
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“Where did you hear that?” a female worker exclaimed.
“The general manager from the company said that there are two people here who clock in every day, but they have never shown up.”
The three women were stunned, with a dazed expression, confusion, and
nervousness.
After a moment, an older female worker hesitated and said, “Is it someone named Eric Terrance, and someone named Emily Brown?“–
Guadalupe’s eyes lit up, “That’s right, it seems like you know.”
“I was an old employee, so I knew that they had just joined not long ago. At the beginning, we didn’t pay much attention because we were all exhausted from work every day. It wasn’t our concern who came and who didn’t. But as time went on, some people noticed that nobody knew the two names on the employee list. Nobody had ever seen them. When we asked the department head, he rudely told us not to bother and we stopped asking.”
Another female worker exclaimed, “Is there something so terrifying? Who punched the card? A ghost?”
There was another female worker who was also scared, “Could it be that she died in an accident in the factory before? I heard that she would repeat the things she did when she was alive.”
Guadalupe did not speak.
From their reactions, the employees were unaware. The recording pen in her bag was constantly on, capturing all the names they mentioned.
On the other side, statistics, finance, and Mr. Oliver have been keeping an eye on their side.
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Guadalupe directly called the workshop manager, human resources, statistics and finance, as well as Mr. Oliver, all together.
She smiled and said, “I wanted to meet Eric and Emily.”
The crowd: ”
The workshop director walked to the door, slammed it shut, and locked it.
