Chapter 15 There Aren't Many Good Men Like You Anymore
"In response to the criticism, I honestly reported the message from the police just now. They have captured the suspect behind Miss Baker's accident and asked if you would like to go there?"
"No, I won't go." Charles walked downstairs. He needed to clarify some things. "Let them handle it according to the normal procedures."
Mark was puzzled by Mr. Lancelot's change in attitude but didn't ask further. "Alright."
After hanging up the phone, Charles arrived in the living room just as Daphne entered, wearing her slippers.
Their eyes met.
An invisible cold air spread, with both of them showing displeasure towards each other.
Daphne headed upstairs without any intention of having a conversation with him, emitting a strong sense of coldness for the first time.
"Stop." Charles called out to her back.
Daphne seemed to not have heard and continued walking forward.
With long strides, Charles blocked her at the bottom of the stairs and looked down at her, as distant and indifferent as usual. "Can we talk?"
"Fine," Daphne agreed.
The two made their way to the sofa, and Charles took the remote control off first.
Daphne noticed but didn't say anything. She casually picked up her own cup, poured a glass of water, took a sip, and then sat down on the sofa. "Speak, what do you want to talk about?"
"What's your relationship with Evan?" Charles stared into her eyes, not wanting to miss any emotion on her face.
Daphne answered honestly, "We're friends."
"When did you meet each other?" Charles continued to question.
Daphne didn't hide the truth, "Since we were kids."
Charles's gaze turned colder, feeling that this person couldn't even tell a lie. "Evan's family background determines the social circle he has been in since childhood. How could you possibly have known him when you were kids?"
Daphne didn't respond, feeling like she was talking to a brick wall.
"It's best if you don't have any ulterior motives towards him," he reminded, his words carrying a hint of warning. "He is not as innocent as you think."
"I'm only friends with him; I have no intentions of taking it further," Daphne explained clearly. "Don't project your fantasies onto me, that's the basic respect in human relationships."
Charles's gaze grew deeper.
Since he had asked, Daphne decided to speak up as well. "Since you've asked, let me ask you too. When did you meet Kayla?"
"...," Charles remained silent.
"She is not as pure as you imagine. You better keep your distance from her too," Daphne imitated his
tone and said something similar.
"Daphne!" Charles became angry again.
Daphne leaned back on the sofa, her emotions no longer fluctuating.
"Kayla and Evan are two completely different people. Don't tarnish Kayla with your assumptions." Charles' words were quite heavy, and I really couldn't understand why she was so protective of that person.
"Let me tell you one last thing, if you want to have a better life after divorce, stay away from him."
Daphne picked up her phone and left.
Kayla, Kayla, Kayla, if he cared so much, why did you rush into marriage with her, jerk.
Charles held his breath, watching Daphne go back to her room and gently close the door. A burning anger raged within him.
Daphne couldn't stay here for even a second. More accurately, she couldn't stay with Charles anymore.
After gazing at the greenery outside the window for a while, she picked up her phone and made a call, her tone natural and indifferent.
"Hello, is this Golden Cleaning Company? I have an apartment that needs cleaning, just dust, I'm moving in tomorrow. Okay, I'll send you the password later."
After the call, she sent the password. This duplex apartment was bought a few years ago in Ivrea City.
Ivrea City had beautiful scenery and a pleasant climate, making it especially suitable for vacationing. At that time, she thought of it as a place to stay during leisure time.
But it had been renovated and she had never lived there.
After applying for divorce tomorrow, she could move her things out and avoid seeing Charles, saving herself from annoyance.
Charles had no idea about Daphne's plans, nor did he know why he suddenly felt the urge to investigate Daphne's identity.
Upon careful consideration, he realized that apart from her name, he knew nothing else about her.
Mark had been busy for the afternoon, but despite searching for a long time, he hadn't gained much information beyond what was on Daphne's ID.
His heart felt empty when he made the call.
"Boss..."
"Did you find anything?"
"I did find something." Mark looked at the half-filled paper in his hand, swallowed nervously, and said, "It's just that the information is scarce."
Charles didn't detect the implications behind his words and asked, "Go on."
"Daphne, female." Mark trembled as he read the words from the paper.
Charles: "?"
He waited for a while, but didn't hear anything more from Mark. His brows furrowed slightly as he spoke coldly, "And then?"
"And then..." Mark was really intimidated. He pushed his glasses up for the umpteenth time. "That's it."
Charles: "?"
Charles: "???"
He stood up from his chair, and on the computer screen, Evan's information was displayed. "That's it?"
"We searched all afternoon, and this is all we found. It's even less than what was on her driver's license."
Mark sounded uncertain and asked, "May I ask why you wanted to investigate Mrs. Lancelot?"
"Search more carefully."
"We already searched carefully. This is the result of a careful search."
"Are you sure you searched thoroughly?"
"Are you sure you looked into it carefully?"
Charles and Mark don't get angry with each other.
“Yes."
"…"
"Boss, is it possible that Mrs. Lancelot is a super hacker who hides her information."
Charles confronted the past, "the brain is a good thing."
"There are a lot of great people in Gedser. How do you know that Mrs. Lancelot is not?" Mark has automatically regarded Daphne as a super person. There are very few people he can't even find out.
Charles frowned slightly, "Gedser?"
"What's the matter?"
"How do you know she's from Gedser?"
"When you went to get a marriage license, I read her application."
Mark showed his amazing memory. "The tax number is Gedser."
Charles was stunned.
Mark's words come again, "you've never paid attention to it, have you?"
Charles, hung up the phone.
He took out his marriage license to Daphne from the safe and frowned slightly when he saw the information registered on it.
It's really Gedser.
Did Daphne and Evan really know each other when they were kids?
As soon as this idea came out, he denied it, but he had an idea in his mind that he felt it was necessary to meet with Daphne's family.
I want to be here.
He left his phone on the table and after thinking for about half an hour, he got up and went to Daphne's room and knocked on the door.
Daphne opened the door with a dry towel wiping her hair, water dripping down the tip of her hair on her neck, silky pajamas against her smooth skin, and a few drops of water on her pretty collarbone.
Charles sensed that her breathing was a little heavy, so don't open her eyes and happened to bump into her beautiful eyes.
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