Chapter 640
Chloe Collins flipped through the materials and said, "There are no records of what happened during the years she disappeared?"
"If you’re looking under Wanda Wesley’s na, then no, but if it’s under Wandy, then it matches. The ti when Wanda Wesley disappeared coincides with the ti when Professor Serrano found Wandy. These two are definitely the sa person."
He wondered, "But there’s one thing that doesn’t make sense. Even after ten years, a person’s appearance shouldn’t change that much, right? Wanda Wesley’s facial features are completely untraceable in Wandy."
"No."
Chloe Collins disagreed, then slowly added, "The gazes of the two are very similar, especially when they smile."
"So... how did Wanda Wesley end up like this? Did she have plastic surgery?"
"Plastic surgery to change her face and purposely gain weight?"
Chloe Collins touched her chin, her gaze showing hesitation, "Not likely."
"Boss, where are we going next? Back to the Fosters’?"
Before he finished speaking, Heijii’s phone rang. He hurried to pick it up and after a while, he hung up, turned back to Chloe Collins and said, "Boss, our people found that soone else is investigating Wanda Wesley. The person was sent by Shelby Hamilton."
"Intercept."
"Alright."
"So are we going back to the Fosters’ now?"
"Yeah."
Chloe Collins stared at the reply on her phone, then changed her mind on the spot - Edward Turner had texted her back, saying he was away from the Capitol shooting a film these past few days.
Upon returning to the Fosters’, Chloe Collins was surrounded by a group of little puppies, a little kitten, and of course, a Samoyed.
Today, the Samoyed had a headband around its head that read "Hug My Thigh". Without asking, it was obvious that this was Robert Foster’s masterpiece.
Not long after, Robert Foster ran out and told her, "Shelby Hamilton ca to see you yesterday, wanting to apologize to you."
Chloe picked up Milk Candy and walked into the house, saying, "It’s not necessary."
"Alright, I’ll let her know not to wait."
Robert Foster casually took out his phone.
He ate a popsicle while typing.
About ten minutes later, he received a ssage from Shelby Hamilton.
[Please help pass this ssage along, we’ll @Miles White in an Instagram post later. Please ask her to reply; then this matter will be considered over.]
Robert Foster furrowed his brow.
[Robert Foster: Since you’re already ntioning her, she’ll decide whether or not to reply when she sees it.]
On the other side.
Robin Sears was holding Shelby Hamilton’s phone and communicating with Robert Foster. Seeing his reply, she couldn’t help but complain, "What’s his IQ? Can’t he see what I an? I want him to say so good words to let this matter go. Hey, isn’t he your fan? How can he not do even this for you? Seriously..."
As the makeup artist touched up Shelby’s face, Shelby only said, "You handle it."
Robin Sears was in a terrible mood, but when she sent a ssage, she was still polite out of respect for Robert Foster’s identity.
[I know you’re my best fan, actually, these days I’ve been scolded by netizens and I’m feeling really down. I’ve lost my appetite for work and food. If Miles White can say sothing on Instagram for , we can put this matter to rest.❥(^_-)]
After sending the ssage, she waited for a reply.
Thinking to herself, she’d already made her intentions so clear, anyone would understand what she ant.
A few seconds later, the phone vibrated.
Robin Sears looked down with anticipation.
[Robert Foster: Keep it up.]
Robin Sears: "..."
"He’s doing this on purpose, he’s definitely pretending to be dumb!"
"Shelby, I really doubt he’s your true fan."
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(As long as I don’t say good night, there will be more updates today!)
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