In less than half an hour, the face of Miss Yale, ntioned by Lily Clarke’s studio, was already identified.
She was a rather delicate-looking girl, appearing quite young, around twenty-sothing.
Upon looking at the data, twenty-three years old, originally from Sandy Bay in Corntill County, North City, started working at the age of nineteen.
The information gathered was quite comprehensive.
There was even contact information; she initially thought of reaching out to Matilda Yale right away, but decided it should be postponed.
At least until Matilda Yale beca extrely anxious, she could extend a strand of straw, which the person would grasp.
Even if by then Matilda Yale, backed by Lily Clarke, refused to grab her straw, it would still stir up a big issue.
By then, this scapegoat nad Matilda Yale would beco her target for attack, no longer soone she wanted to win over.
So no matter what, she wouldn’t lose out; it’s truly a case of all gain and no harm.
It seems Lily Clarke never anticipated that Norman Bennett would also sue Matilda Yale, although it was her idea, the lawsuit was still filed in Norman Bennett’s na.
She sat on the sofa flipping through Matilda Yale’s information, while Norman Bennett sat beside her watching her.
It was very quiet, even the breathing was shallow, almost nonexistent in presence.
The data in hand had been looked through several tis, creating an awkward atmosphere.
He knew that she knew.
And without him speaking, she did not ask.
After all, even if she asked, she wouldn’t get an answer, like two magnets of the sa polarity pushing each other away, yet never too far apart.
...
―――Two hours later.
Elliana Lyle sohow fell asleep; maybe it was boredom from sitting or a bad night’s sleep from before.
Gradually dozing off, she eventually nodded off, slumping over when Norman Bennett realized the little girl had fallen asleep.
Carefully, he embraced her, inch by inch, afraid to disturb the little girl in deep sleep.
Finally, he cradled her in his arms, only now barely achieving opposite poles attraction.
He may really need to tell her everything, but so many things were too cruel, and he did not want her to know.
At this ti, Lana approached and respectfully spoke to Norman Bennett, "Young Master, the Young Mistress hasn’t eaten much today, just drank so water; at noon, she asked if she could order so Coke and fried chicken, which I politely declined."
The man’s gaze was fixed intently on the face of the person in his arms, unable to resist gently stroking her, pausing slightly at Lana’s words before saying, "Hmm, I understand, you go rest."
It was clear that Norman Bennett had no intention of putting the little girl on the bed to sleep, just wanting to hold her like this.
Just then, the phone rang, on the sofa, and the noisy ringtone caused the little girl to furrow her brow.
He quickly picked up the phone and pressed the volu button, stopping the ringtone.
Gently patting the back of the person in his arms, the furrowed brow smoothly relaxed.
The ringing phone was Elliana Lyle’s, and the displayed number was Luna; he answered it in a low voice, "What’s up?"
"..."
The other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, then realized it wasn’t Elliana Lyle answering.
Beep―――!
The call ended.
Norman Bennett: "..."
Placing the phone down, it was clear that the two little girls were scheming sothing.
If he wasn’t worried about his little girl being unhappy, he would have sent Luna over to Owen Sutton a long ti ago.
It’s okay if she’s not being mindful, but she’s dragging his little girl with her too.
...
―――South City.
Luna stuffed the phone into her pocket and walked out of the airport with her suitcase.
She initially wanted to inform Elliana Lyle of her safe arrival, but Norman Bennett answered the phone; fortunately, she hung up quickly before she said anything.
Even though there’s nothing unspeakable about this currently, she just didn’t want anyone else to know, especially Norman Bennett, who kept warning her, which was annoying.
It’s not like she was easily scared; would she stop just because he said so? No way.
Leaving the airport, finding her car in the parking garage, she put the suitcase in and left with empty hands.
She decided to walk through the alley where Sumr Hue vanished, maybe she could directly find the person.
But she couldn’t understand how South City was planned; even though the buildings were old, being in the city, there should be surveillance.
But there’s none, and it’s strange; Galen Collins’ phone couldn’t be reached either, even though at two o’clock Elliana Lyle said Galen Collins replied.
He said there was no surveillance where Sumr Hue disappeared and they haven’t found her yet.
By the ti she got on the plane, it was about five when she landed, and calling Galen Collins again only got a standard service ssage in reply.
She didn’t walk far when she saw a small alley; it really had the vibe of the ’80s or ’90s.
Amidst the towering skyscrapers of the city, it was refreshing.
Walking into the alley, it started as a path for one person, then opened up.
On each side were single-story houses, the tallest had two floors, with street-like paths having stairs going up and down.
Every household had a clothes rack in front, colorful clothes swayed in the wind, with occasional hints of a sour sewer sll.
This place wasn’t big, but it wasn’t small either.
Walking straight down the road led to the outside streets, bustling with the city’s prosperity.
There was surveillance at this intersection; if Sumr Hue ca out, she should be caught on this cara.
She thought, either Sumr Hue didn’t co out from here, or Galen Collins was too busy to diligently help look.
After thinking, she decided to call Galen Collins again.
After a few rings, no one answered, but just as she was about to hang up, the call suddenly connected, which surprised her.
"Hey, what’s up?"
"Been busy today, what’s wrong? Anything?" Galen Collins sounded out of breath, likely exhausted and taking a break.
Looking at the old, rusty cara, she almost suspected it was broken if it weren’t for the lights.
"I know you’re busy, but could you..." she didn’t know what this place was called, looking around, she found the street sign.
"What?" Galen asked.
She finally said, "Can you get the surveillance recording from Gill Rd 123, please?"
Ordinarily, she could hack it, but this city wasn’t like small towns; getting caught would be troubleso.
Surprisingly, Galen said, "You can co over and watch it."
What did that an? Wanting to see her?
Luna rolled her eyes and directly asked, "Do you want to see ?"
"Yeah." Galen’s tone was certain, candid.
Yet, she really didn’t want to see Galen.
She disliked Galen’s current attitude towards her.
Not that being gentle was bad, but this gentleness felt forceful, out of guilt for not wanting her to be upset.
She’s not a child needing comfort, didn’t need such niceties.
Thinking this, her tone turned cold, "Forget it."
After hanging up, a ssage ca through.
Uncle Collins: "Okay, I’ll give it to you, don’t be mad, be good."
Uncle Collins: [Pat head]
It was an animal emoji; she wondered where it ca from. Such a cute emoji must have been obtained from another woman.
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