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Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 644 Leslie Panics
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“Okay!” Finnley said calmly, "Then the search for Leslie's wife will be postponed for a day. I'm not confident in anyone else to handle it.” "OK." Ivan readily agreed.

In the evening, after getting off work, Finnley cto the door of the vice president's office. He looked at Mya and knocked on the opened door.

The two girls looked up at him together.

Mya asked, "Are you off work?" “Yes.” She grabbed her bag, got up, and walked towards him. She had been waiting to get off work.

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Linda sat in her seat, watching their backs disappear. She still felt lost in her heart. Finnley didn't even look at her out of the corner of his eyes.

Love was a thorn buried in her heart, and it hurt every tshe thought of him.

On the way home, Mya asked Finnley, "There is something wrong with Linda recently." "What's wrong with her?" Finnley asked, "Did she make things difficult for you?" "Why would she?" She asked inexplicably, and then blurted out, "She borrowed 10,000 dollars from me. She should have something urgent to handle, but | didn't ask the reason.” After hearing this, Finnley didn't say anything more. Money was a small problem.

As long as Linda didn’t offend her.

Finnley thought, Linda was not a bad woman like Catherine, and he didn't show any feelings for Mya.

After a while, Finnley said, "Ms. Brooks will be back the day after tomorrow. | have asked Mr. Marsh for a day off. Let's go to Roxy Waterfall tomorrow." The girl turned her eyes wide open. She was ecstatic, "Really?" “Why would | lie to you?” Finnley was happy too.

"Just the two of us? Will you drive?" She was a little worried, "The journey to the mountains is long. Wouldn't your shoulders hurt after sitting for so long?" "I don't drive with my shoulders." Finnley was very relieved, "My wound has healed up, so don't worry. | can drive 800 kilometers on end." Mya was very happy, "Let's bring them sfresh fruit, there should be no more in stock." "Sure, we'll do it tomorrow morning.” The beautiful sunset smudged the whole city, cin through the window and shone lazily on them. They looked like a perfect match.

At nightfall, a black SUV drove into Leslie's yard.

Josh got out of the car with Leslie. They then walked through the living room and went upstairs into the study.

The servant left immediately after serving the tea, not daring to make a sound.

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Ingrid's funeral was held at the funeral home. Her family had visited three times. Leslie refused to show up there. He said that since they had divorced, Ingrid's funeral had nothing to do with him.

Upstairs in the study.

Leslie stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, saying coldly, "Ivan is investigating the relationship betweenand Blake." There was dissatisfaction in his tone, and he seemed to be accusing something, "How did he get suspicious?" Josh lowered his head, "Mr. Eastwood, he wants to bring you down, and he'll try all means to do that.” Leslie was in a panic. He couldn’t deny that Ivan was very powerful.

He was a little anxious yet he forced himself to be calm. He frowned coldly as he said, "Has all the evidence been wiped away?" “Mr. Eastwood, | checked again, please rest assured, everything is gone." Josh was a reliable person. He was not only efficient in doing things, but also as ruthless as Leslie.

Sitting down at the desk, Leslie took out a cigar, "We must win this jewelry battle. Once we win, even if he targetsopenly, people will think that he hatesbecause | defeat him. And things he does would be seen as deliberate revenge." “Yes!” Josh agreed.

After a while, Leslie said to him, "You may leave now. You must be extra careful recently, do not get caught.” “Yes!” After Josh left, Leslie called Catherine.

At this moment, Catherine had just returned to the room. She stared at the incoming call for a long tindifferently. In the end, she answered it. "What's the matter?”