In the darkness, Eleanor Sterling’s eyes shone bright like stars, sparkling with an unusual light.
Yvette Ray never hard Ronan Keating’s mother. She was Yvette’s good sister, and she believed she wouldn’t lie, so who exactly hard her mother?
Perhaps she could try to look into Mrs. Keating’s illness to find so clues.
Suddenly, her phone vibrated twice, and in the darkness, the screen emitted a faint glow.
Who would be ssaging her this late?
Eleanor Sterling reached for her phone, opened it to check, and saw a ssage from Alaric Faulkner.
Alaric Faulkner: "Are you asleep?"
Eleanor Sterling slightly curled her lips and quickly typed a response: "What’s up?"
Alaric Faulkner: "I miss you, can’t sleep without you in my arms."
Seeing this ssage, Eleanor Sterling’s smile deepened, but her reply was still rather aloof.
"I’m not your pillow. You didn’t have before, and yet you managed to sleep, didn’t you?"
Alaric Faulkner: "It’s different now; my heart and body recognize only you."
Looking at those frivolous words, Eleanor Sterling scoffed lightly. It was simply lust clouding his mind; expecting a dog to spit out ivory was ridiculous.
Did he think this would seduce her?
Ha, he underestimated her. She wouldn’t fall for a dog’s saccharine words.
Eleanor Sterling imdiately typed a reply, sent it, "I’m going to sleep, good night."
After sending that ssage, she locked her phone and ignored him, sliding under the covers.
However, her eyes exposed outside the blanket curved with a hint of joy, clearly in a good mood.
...
Late at night, inside the office.
Ronan Keating had just coaxed Claire Truman back. Thinking about today’s events, he sat in the chair with a face as dark as thunder.
He always felt sothing was off; Yvette Ray didn’t seem like the kind of person who would do such things.
She was proud and had her principles.
It was impossible that, without contacting him for years, she would co all the way to Lyria to sche against him just for a night together.
Especially when he was about to marry Claire Truman, all of this seed very perplexing.
So what was the reason for her actions?
It looks like it’s ti to thoroughly investigate Yvette Ray.
His gaze grew deeper, then he took out his phone and dialed. It rang for a long ti before it was answered.
Ronan Keating’s assistant was already asleep, and didn’t expect to be dragged out of bed in the middle of the night by his boss, greeting him with trepidation.
"Hello, Mr. Keating, is there anything you need?"
Ronan Keating’s gaze was deep, "Look into Yvette Ray for . I need to know everything she’s been up to these years."
"Okay, I’ll start right away."
Ronan Keating paused, his expression softened a bit, and he asked, "Have you found Sally’s whereabouts?"
The assistant’s voice sounded troubled, "Mr. Keating, we asked Mr. Parker, but he didn’t say anything. He just ntioned that Sally doesn’t want to be disturbed right now."
Ronan Keating’s brows knitted with frustration, feeling that recently, nothing was going smoothly.
"Keep looking, we must find her!"
"Yes."
After hanging up, Ronan Keating pinched the bridge of his nose. His mother had been bedridden for years, and no known doctor could wake her.
This encounter with Sally in Lyria was a hope to finally awaken his mother through her skills.
A few hours later, as dawn broke.
The assistant sent all the collected investigation information to Ronan Keating, and he began to review it seriously.
The data showed that Yvette Ray had been staying in Aethelgard for several years and had never left.
The assistant added, "Mr. Keating, we also found that Miss Ray bought a flight ticket from Lyria to Aethelgard departing at nine o’clock."
Ronan Keating’s fingers tightened, and his face grew somber.
Yvette Ray, since you dare to provoke again, don’t think you can escape this ti!
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