The casting event that started at 6:40 and ended at 8:30 had co to an interim conclusion.
Kay Forrest took Jane Quinlan to the lounge to et Director Gao.
As soon as they entered, Director Gao stood up and shook hands with the two of them.
Kay Forrest didn’t engage in small talk and got straight to the point, "Director Gao, how about it? Did you find her?"
Director Gao shook his head, "Director Forrest, could there have been a mistake? There wasn’t anyone like that."
"No one?" Kay’s voice sank.
Seeing his displeased expression, Director Gao hurriedly said, "Director Forrest, I really checked carefully, but there wasn’t anyone who matched."
Jane Quinlan turned to him and asked, "Could it be that this person just didn’t show up?"
Kay nodded, "That’s a possibility too. Forget it, Director Gao, thank you for your hard work today."
Director Gao waved his hand, "No, no, Director Forrest, you’re too polite.
It’s my honor that you asked for my help with sothing like this."
"I’ll have soone send you back, and I’ll make sure the check is delivered to you as well."
"Alright, thank you, Director Forrest."
After Director Gao left, Kay walked over to the sofa, sat down, crossed one leg over the other, and his gaze turned profound.
He felt a bit disappointed. It had been years since he had felt this way, and it left him bitterly frustrated.
Jane Quinlan walked over and patted his hand, "Don’t be too discouraged. If we can’t find her this ti, we’ll have another chance next ti.
It’s also possible... that this person isn’t even from our company."
Kay shook his head, "No, Faye’s analysis was correct. Not only is this person in our company, but they should also know about the relationships between you, Evie Larkin, and Wendy.
If she only ca up with sothing as petty as mailing gross stuff, I could let it slide.
But I’m worried she’ll harm you.
Who knows to what despicable lengths soone like this would go?"
Jane waved her hand and laughed, "She won’t. Didn’t you assign bodyguards to ? I think they’re pretty capable."
Kay pulled her into his arms. He said that, but he still felt irritated.
He didn’t expect this woman could hide so well.
But that was fine. There was no way he couldn’t get rid of this crafty rat.
When he got ho, Kay called Faye to let her know that this approach hadn’t worked and that he would co up with another plan.
Faye was sowhat surprised and suggested that she check the employees who hadn’t shown up, while also promising to think of another idea.
The next day at the office, Wendy kept glancing at Jane.
She looked so often that even the normally oblivious Jane noticed.
She frowned at Wendy, "Wendy, is there sothing you want to say to ?"
Wendy shook her head, but then she nodded.
Jane was speechless. "So is it yes or no? If you have sothing to say, just say it. You’re usually so straightforward. Why are you hesitating today? It’s not like you."
"I was just wondering... what was the real purpose of yesterday’s party?"
Jane fell silent, not answering.
"Weren’t you the one who said I should ask? Why aren’t you speaking now?"
Jane thought for a mont, "Knowing too much might be bad for you."
She borrowed the line from a TV drama.
Wendy’s tone turned slightly annoyed, "I think Director Forrest is investigating the courier incident, isn’t he?"
Jane looked at Wendy in amazent. This woman really was clever.
But she couldn’t tell whether Wendy was friend or foe, so how could she simply confide in her?
Seeing Jane’s look, Wendy grew more anxious, "You’re looking at like you don’t want to tell .
Do you think I could be the culprit?
Let tell you sothing, I’m absolutely not.
If I wanted to hurt you, I could use much more effective thods. I wouldn’t bother with all this trouble."
Jane pondered for a mont. Although it made sense, she still didn’t dare take risks.
Wendy rolled her eyes, exasperated. "So what will it take for you to trust ?
I’m also a victim of the courier incident.
Surely you don’t still think I’m the culprit, do you?"
"No, I don’t think you’re the culprit, but why do you want to know about this?"
"I want to catch the culprit too!" Wendy responded, clearly annoyed by Jane’s seemingly obvious question.
The incident had nearly cost Wendy Director Forrest’s trust. Of course, she was furious.
"A few nights ago, I received a creepy video. In it, we accidentally saw the ankle of a woman with a small flower tattoo in a mirror. We’re trying to find that woman."
"A tattoo on her ankle?" No wonder Director Forrest had asked her to reveal her ankles the other day.
"What, do you know sothing?"
Wendy shook her head, "Not really. I just finally understand why Director Forrest hosted the mini-skirt party. Did you find anything in the end?"
Jane shook her head, "The director spent the entire night looking at beautiful legs, but he didn’t find anything."
"Could it be a fake tattoo, or maybe it’s already been removed?"
Jane shrugged, "Who knows? Right now, all we can go on is the tattoo."
"Can I see the video?"
Jane retrieved her phone from her bag, and Wendy moved over to Jane’s desk.
After finding the video, Jane handed her the phone. When Wendy finished watching, she frowned deeply.
"How could anyone be so malicious?"
"I know, right? This behavior is seriously perverse."
Wendy didn’t respond imdiately. She stared at the doll in the video, and suddenly, sothing clicked. "Jane, did you notice that the dolls in this video and the one you received in the mail are both Japanese dolls wearing kimonos?"
Jane thought about it, "I didn’t take a good look at the decapitated one last ti, but its clothing did have red double collars."
"That’s a Japanese kimono. Look, the doll in this video has bangs, shoulder-length straight hair, and is wearing a red kimono too."
Jane crossed her arms, "Oh, you’re right... but what does that an?"
"It seems like the mastermind behind this really likes Japanese dolls.
I’ve seen similar dolls in horror films before. They often appear. One of them is even nad Hana. Supposedly, it’s considered quite creepy in Japan.
The fact that soone would think of using sothing like this to harm people shows just how depraved they are."
Hana?
Jane wasn’t very brave, but she still searched online for the na Hana as Wendy had suggested.
Sure enough, she found a bunch of links related to Hana.
What she didn’t expect was that there was even a horror movie nad "Hana the Cursed Doll."
Of course, she wouldn’t dare to watch it. She was way too timid.
She skimd through so information and found a comnt that said the doll actually existed in Japan.
Supposedly, in 1918, a brother in Japan gave his little sister such a doll. The two-year-old girl loved it so much she nad it after herself.
But a year later, the little girl died.
Her parents placed the doll on a shrine.
Strangely enough, the doll’s hair began to grow. Even when it was cut, it kept growing back.
Reading about such creepy stuff gave Jane an uncontrollable shiver.
Wendy wasn’t wrong. Whoever was using this doll likely believed in superstition. She probably thought it could harm Jane.
But no matter how long a Japanese ghost’s arms were, could they really reach all the way to Eldoria?
Jane pouted, feeling irritated by it all.
She put away her phone and waved dismissively, "Alright, I don’t want to look at this anymore. It’s so creepy.
And you’re not even helping. Why bother trying to scare , huh?"
Wendy returned to her seat, "I’m not trying to scare you; I just suddenly noticed a connection."
"That connection is useless to ."
"Not entirely. At least it tells us this person likes Japanese things.
My guess is that her ankle tattoo might even be of a cherry blossom."
Jane tried to recall what a cherry blossom looked like. She knew they were beautiful en masse, but who could say what a single one looked like?
She shook her head, "No idea."
"Any clue is better than none.
I’ll help as much as I can to figure this out."
Jane looked at her, "You?"
"What, you don’t trust ?"
"It’s not about trust. Just don’t get in the way.
Don’t you also want to know who’s been ssing with you? Honestly, I’m quite curious too."
She grinned, baring her teeth, while Wendy, unimpressed, lowered her head and returned to her work.
At lunchti, Evelyn Claire pulled the hood of her puffer coat over her head and slipped out of the office quickly. She walked to the street and got into a car parked at the curb.
Once the door was closed, she took off her hood and grinned at the driver, "Evie, you really showed up! Let’s find a nice place to eat sothing good."
Evie Larkin’s expression wasn’t very pleasant. "Didn’t you say you had sothing to tell ?"
Reviews
All reviews (0)