<h4>Chapter 217: Chapter 214: Departure</h4>


    As soon as she stepped out, Hannah Collins was standing at the door, clearly waiting for her all along.


    The two of them returned to their residence together.


    Ever since she told Hannah about Shawn Lyle, Hannah insisted they live together, so naturally, they shared a bed.


    Before sleeping, Hannah would wrap her in the nket, even if the air conditioner was set a bit high.


    ording to Hannah, she would spin around in her sleep like a clock, waking up back in the original position.


    This was true; she once recorded a video of herself sleeping, wanting to see what she looked like when dreaming.


    Unexpectedly, she discovered that she would spin around.


    But when she slept with Norman Bet, she wouldn’t, clearly because Norman would always hold her, or perhaps because he’d tire her out so she didn’t have the energy.


    So, when she slept in front of Norman Bet, she behaved quite well.


    "Hannah, can I not be wrapped in the nket?" She was not used to being wrapped up while sleeping because she couldn’t sleep well that way.


    Hannahy beside her without saying a word, just looked at her with an indifferent expression.


    After a long stare, she sighed, "Forget I said anything."


    As soon as the words left her mouth, Hannah reached out an arm, gesturing for her toe closer.


    Elliana Lyle: "?"


    "I’ll hold you, so you don’t end up in the middle of the night with your foot in my stomach." Hannah couldn’t forget the first night, the fear of being controlled by a live "clock."


    ...


    ――― South City, prison.


    Interrogation room.


    Galen Collins sat at a long table, unable to resist rubbing his brow.


    Opposite him sat River Jiang.


    This was already the fourth interrogation, and even with separate questioning, neither of the two revealed anything.


    It was as if they suddenly went mute.


    "River Jiang, as long as you tell us what you know, I’ll consider applying for a reduced sentence for you."


    This was Galen’sst concession because the actions of people like River Jiang and Adrian Young were the most inhumane.


    However, under the intense light, River still didn’t speak. He appeared lifeless, much thinner than when he came in, looking somewhat skeletal.


    With almost no flesh on his face, his eyes seemed to protrude more.


    After a long silence, Galen felt a bit weary, having been sitting with this guy sincest night until tonight.


    It seemed like another interrogation ending in failure, and Galen finally said, "River, this is your only chance. Think carefully."


    Perhaps unable to endure the hunger, River finally spoke, albeit jokingly: "Officer Collins, I really don’t know anything. Isn’t this maltreatment below your status? I’m about to starve."


    "Speak, and you’ll immediately have food."


    "I don’t even know what you want me to say. I really don’t know anything..."


    Clearly, River had no intention of talking and was just wasting his time.


    After Galen left, River’s expression turned vicious, spitting on the ground in a low curse: Damn, you won’t oust me!


    Exiting the interrogation room, Galen said to the person beside him, "Keep these two separated."


    Leaving the prison, Galen received a call, with no name disyed, just an unfamiliar number.


    Moreover, it was his private number.


    He answered, "Hello, who is this?"


    Azy voice came from the other end, seemingly unwilling: "It’s me, Luna."


    Hearing this voice, Galen was silent for a long time before responding lightly: "Yeah, what’s up?"


    "Can’t I call you for nothing?"


    Listening to the yful, almost coy tone, Galen frowned, sternly saying, "Speak, or I’ll hang up."


    "No, no!"


    Luna immediately straightened out, saying, "George Lyle’s hometown, you’re a cop, right? You should notify over there, see if they can find any of George Lyle’s old DNA or something."


    "Okay, I understand."


    As Galen’s words fell, Luna didn’t speak again. After a long silence, Galen said, "I’m hanging up."


    "Galen, we..."


    "Beep―――!"


    The sentence was abruptly cut off by Galen hanging up, and Luna listened to the harsh disconnect sound for a long while without reacting.


    At this moment, Luna was sitting at the entrance of Lotus Park in North City, having just returned to North City, she just wanted to call Galen from a quiet ce.


    She merely wanted to say we... had a good cooperation.


    Even she didn’t quite believe those words.


    Just as she was feeling lost and heartbroken, her phone rang.


    It was Galen calling her back.


    "Hello." She croaked, sounding listless.


    The voice on the other end said only one sentence, "Don’t wait for me, you’re still young, have your own future."


    "Oh, the hundred and forty-sixth time."


    Galen had said the same thing a hundred forty-six times; she asked a hundred forty-six times.


    Clearly, she wasn’t bothered by the response anymore. She heard it so much that her ears were numbed, perhaps she would hear it countless times more, as long as she asked, she’d definitely hear it.


    "How have you been? Is your hand better?"


    "Huh?" Faced with Galen’s sudden concern, Luna was a bit surprised, and her tone turned strange, "How do you know my hand got hurt?"


    Galen paused for a moment, then said, "Norman Bet mentioned it, don’t do reckless things in the future."


    "Since when did Norman Bet be so talkative? Wait, let me call him."


    "Enough! Go to bed early, it’ste, beep―――!"


    The voice on the other side, Galen Collins, was clearly a bit angry, hanging up the phone quickly as usual.


    She scrolled through her contacts for a long time, wanting to call Elliana, but figured Elliana was probably asleep.


    After a moment, she finally got into a taxi.


    ...


    The next day.


    When Elliana Lyle left, the olddy Lyle didn’t even give her a nce, as if the heart-to-heart conversationst night was just a dream.


    When she arrived in North City, it was Norman Bet who picked her up in person.


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    In the car.


    Because of her airsickness, she didn’t want to talk or move, just obediently nestled in the man’s arms.


    The scent on the man seemed to soothe her difort, prompting her to rub her nose against his chest.


    Messing up his neat suit.


    "Behave yourself." The man wasn’t angry at her little disruption, instead, patiently coaxed her.


    She lifted her face, staring at the man’s distinct jawline, coyly saying, "Norman Bet, you seem to have lost weight, not as good-looking now, not even..."


    Thinking about it, she didn’t know what topare it to. At this moment, Raymond Wood, who was driving, said: "Miss Lyle, the CEO hasn’t been eating or resting on timetely."


    Although it wasn’t his ce to say, he was still willing to inform her in front of Elliana, after all, he couldn’t turn a blind eye.


    Elliana immediately pointed at Raymond, saying: "Not as good-looking as Raymond."


    Then she deliberately made a disapproving face at Norman Bet, not eating well, and not sleeping well.


    Perhaps a bit of disdain might prompt him to change.


    Even though losing weight didn’t affect his appearance, she felt it was affecting his health.


    But for some reason, after she said that, the man’s expression started to turn cold, making her feel a chill.


    Of course, the most tormented in the car was still Raymond Wood, questioning why he had to be implicated by Elliana when he had done nothing to offend her!


    After getting out of the car, Raymond received a message about introductory material for an impoverished African region.