<h4>Chapter 229: Chapter 226: The End</h4>


    The entire afternoon was spent discussing without reaching any breakthrough conclusions, leading to a reluctant adjournment of the meeting.


    After everyone left, only Galen Collins remained seated alone, his hand covering his forehead, clearly troubled by the matter.


    Starting from a couple of missing person cases to the current thousands, the situation escted too quickly, leaving no clues.


    After a long while, he exhaled deeply, nced at the phone beside him, and remembered Luna.


    For some reason, he began to feel a sense of regret.


    Perhaps...


    His tone back then had been a bit harsh.


    After some thought, he decided to call Luna back.


    Very soon, the call connected. He hesitated for a long time, unsure how to begin, but the other party spoke first: "Are you finished with work?"


    "Yes," he replied. "Tell me, what’s up?"


    "Has George Lyle’s DNA sample been found? Also, I want you to help me look into someone, Kelly Wright."


    Hearing George’s name reminded him, although he had informed the police, there had been no follow-up since.


    However, Lewis had mentioned this to him previously, but he had been too busy to listen.


    Coincidentally, he needed to get some documents from there, so he said, "I’ll head over to get somethingter. If you’re in a hurry,e with me."


    "..."


    There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, but eventually, the response came, "Alright, where should I wait for you?"


    "No need, I’ll pick you up. Where are you?"


    ...


    ——— The neighborhood.


    Lunay on the bed and hung up the phone.


    She had George’s hair and could quickly do a DNAparison, speeding things up.


    But... she didn’t want to see Galen Collins again, not even a bit.


    Maybe because she hadn’t moved on yet.


    Thinking of this, she pped her cheeks twice forcefully, telling herself, "Without a man, you’ll live better. He despises you, despises you..."


    Saying this, she felt significantly better, as if clouds were parted by sunshine.


    Having thought it through, she got out of bed and changed clothes.


    A closet full of dresses, seemingly unused for a long time, considering she was out on business and didn’t want them dirtied or damaged.


    Among them, one or two ck suits were her favorite for work: casual, unobtrusive, more like sportswear.


    Once dressed, she grabbed a ck backpack containing all her essentials and left the house.


    When she reached the entrance to the neighborhood, Galen Collins’ car arrived, a ck Mercedes, not a police car.


    She opened the door, sat in the passenger seat, and threw her bag onto the back seat, saying, "Let’s go."


    Her voice was cold, no longer the lively one from before, and there was no smile on her face.


    It seemed as if they had never known each other.


    Yet, how could one be so deliberately cold to someone they had never met before?


    Galen Collins knew that the girl was angry.


    He didn’t know why, but he felt a bit panicked, unsure, a feeling he hadn’t experienced in many years.


    "I was too harsh with my words then, I apologize."


    "..."


    Luna said nothing, merely staring at the windshield before her, a hint of impatience on her face.


    Then the car started, moving along the road.


    A few minutester, Luna spoke, "Galen Collins."


    "Yes?" He nced sideways at Luna, then refocused on the road ahead.


    Luna’s voice was light and indifferent, "I won’t bother you anymore, nor do I want to. I feel..."


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    She paused, unable to find the right words, finally saying, "Tired."


    Those simple words made the man’s hands tighten on the wheel.


    Tired? What does tired mean?


    He might have actually wanted to ask, but he didn’t, and simultaneously, he realized something was off.


    Previously, if the girl had said that, he would have felt relief, but now it wasn’t the same. Instead, he felt...


    Heartbroken.


    People from two different worlds could never be together. He didn’t want to dy her, nor did he want feelings to develop.


    Thisplete end was the correct choice.


    After a long pause, he uttered two words, "Yes, okay."


    Hearing these words, Luna realized it was truly over. She would never have to ask again, nor would Galen Collins need to answer.


    Clearly... she was someone who would resort to any means to achieve her goals, yet she had given up on her own objectives someday.


    This unfamiliar feeling felt like breaking her lifestyle.


    At the same time, she believed more in her usual saying, being independent, alone, refusing men.


    What good were men, other than being stumbling blocks that erode one’s ambition?


    Seeing her silence, Galen Collins continued, "You’re not getting any younger, you should have a normal life, get married, have children..."


    "It’s none of your business! Acting all concerned like you’re so youthful yourself!" She rolled her eyes at him, then seemed to recall something and suddenly said, "Oh~ no wonder you’re not married or dating. Turns out you’re still young."


    Galen Collins: "..."


    The girl seemed to have suddenly taken some explosive, her words sharp, even resorting to personal attacks.


    "I’m just giving you advice. Whether you take it or not is up to you."


    "No need, thank you."


    Galen Collins: "Do you really have to talk to me like this? Hmm?"


    "What else? How should I? Cheerfully say, okay, Uncle Galen Collins, you’re right, I’ll listen to you."


    "Yes, good girl."


    Luna: "?"


    She turned her head and saw Galen Collins with a faint smile on his lips, looking pleasant even if just for a moment, but she noticed.


    This guy was obviously taking advantage!


    "So you do know how to smile. I thought you couldn’t." She said disgruntedly.


    Galen Collins collected his expression and said seriously, "Alright, let’s talk about serious matters. If you continue with this, eventually you’ll infringe upon..."


    ...


    ——— North City.


    Vicars Hotel.


    Upon returning, Elliana Lyle was forced to take a bath, all because she had hugged a cat.


    She began to envy Phoebe Lyle, living in a world of cats all day, thinking it must be blissful, unsure of when her little Lotus might give her a litter of kittens.


    However, Little Lotus seemed to be a male cat. Realizing this, she suddenly had an idea.


    She quickly called Phoebe Lyle.


    "Sister Phoebe, give me a cat, okay? I’ll make it Little Lotus’s wife."


    The person on the other end replied, "Sure, which one do you want?"


    "The whitest, fattest one with blue eyes."


    "..." Phoebe Lyle hesitated for a second then said, "That might not be possible."


    She thought it must be because Sister Phoebe cherished it, since it was the best-looking one.


    Before she could speak, Phoebe Lyle continued, "Because that’s a male cat."


    Elliana Lyle: "(●—●)"


    But it’s really beautiful. After much deliberation, she said, "Anything will do, when kids grow up, they eventually need a wife."


    "Okay then, do you want toe get it yourself, or should I bring it to you?"


    She replied, "I’ll have someone from Mooke Vis pick it up, since Little Lotus still lives at Mooke Vis."


    After hanging up, everything was arranged, she’d get one first, then spay both big cats.


    In that sense, the cat food and canned cat food she brought over today were like a dowry.


    Little Lotus: Arranged marriage? And such a good thing?


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