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For as long as the crisis at Ford Group remained unresolved, Connor couldn’t rx.
Because of Xylia, not only was the coboration with the Sadler Group off the table, but even the possibility of working with the Garcia family was no longer viable.
Two days ago, Connor tried calling Yana, only to find out she had already left Jupiton. Thinking about this made Connor even more dissatisfied with Xylia. If it weren’t for her, he would have secured the deal with Sadler Group.
Just then, his assistant knocked and entered, his face lit up with excitement. “Mr. Ford, I have good news. Mr. Sadler from Sadler Group will arrive in Jupiton in three days.”
Connor’s eyes snapped to the assistant. “What?”
“This is Mr. Sadler’s personal itinerary, and we’ve worked hard to get this information,” the assistant said, his excitement palpable.
“The person you met at the banquetst time was just his assistant, but this time Mr. Sadler himself ising to Jupiton. You may have a chance to speak with him directly,” his assistant added.
This was indeed an opportunity. As long as they could meet, there was a chance to turn things around.
He looked at his assistant, “Find out where Mr. Sadler will be staying in Jupiton.”
“No need to look any further.” Tessa walked in with a smile in her eyes. “I attended an event hosted by the Sadler family earlier this year. I made some inquiries and found out that Mr. Sadler will be dining at a private
restaurant.”
Connor asked, “Which restaurant?<b>” </b>
“Caperson Bistro,” Tessa replied.
Connor turned to his assistant. “Make a reservation for us at Caperson Bistro for three days from now.”
The assistant nodded and left, while Tessa moved to Connor’s side, looking up at him. “Connor, take me with you in three days. I have connections with Sadler Group, and I might be able to help.”
Connor looked at Tessa<b>, </b>feeling warmth in his chest. Compared to Xylia, Tessa was clearly the better choice. Tessa had made aplishments in her career and had a generous personality, which made it hard not to like her.
Seeing Tessa, Connor’s mood, which had been dark all morning, improved significantly. He smiled at her. “Thank you, Tessa.”
“No need to thank me, we’re good friends.” Tessa smiled, pping him on the shoulder. She then took his hand and pulled him along. “It’s almost noon, let’s grab lunch together.”
Connor, pulled along by Tessa, felt the warmth of her soft hand in his. His heart melted. His fingers twitched <b>as </b>he allowed her to lead him out of the office<b>. </b>
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Tessa<b>, </b>seeing that Connor didn’t resist<b>, </b>smiled with a sense of triumph.
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Laurel’s death anniversary was in half a month. Xylia went ahead and ordered flowers and other items, and Joshua apanied her.
After she had ordered everything she needed, Xylia received a call from her private detective Maverick.
“Ms. Schultz, I’m in Jupiton now, and I can go speak with the eyewitnesses from the scene of the hit–and–run. Are you free to meet now?” Maverick said.
Excited, Xylia quickly replied, “I’m free now. Where should we meet?” After confirming the details, she ended the call.
Joshua asked, “What has happened?”
“I have found the third eyewitness of the hit–and–run ident,” Xylia said.
“I’ll go with you,” Joshua replied.
Xylia hesitated, but Joshua immediately pulled her into the car.
Twenty minutester, they arrived at an old residentialplex. Maverick was waiting outside.
When Maverick saw Joshua with Xylia, his pupils briefly contracted. Joshua shot him a look, and Maverick quickly looked away and resumed a normal expression.
Xylia first introduced Joshua to Maverick, saying, “This is my friend.”
Maverick gave Joshua a polite nod, then began to discuss the main business. “The person we’re looking for is named Lyle Moore.”
Xylia frowned slightly. “Are you sure it’s Lyle Moore?”
“Confirmed. I reviewed the surveince footage from the roads near the ident site, and I saw him there. After further investigation, I’m certain it was him,” Maverick said.
Looking at Xylia’s troubled expression, Joshua asked, “Do you know him?”
“Yes, he’s Nova’s brother. He was the one who caused the trouble at the school anniversary,” Xylia replied.
Joshua nodded, understanding. He patted Xylia on the shoulder. “It’s okay. Let’s go.”
His calm and steady voice reassured Xylia.
Maverick led them to a building in the farthest corner of the residentialplex, and they walked up to the
seventh floor.
It had been a while since Xylia had climbed such a long staircase, and she was out of breath, her face flushed and a thinyer of <b>sweat </b>on her forehead.
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Joshua raised an eyebrow, noticing <b>her </b>struggle. “Well, you really should exercise more.”
She raised her eyes and nced at Joshua, noticing that he had climbed seven floors in one go, his <b>face </b>unflushed and his heart not racing, <b>as </b>if it had <b>cost </b>him no effort at all.
She considered the disparity in their physical strength to be rmingly great.
She yfully shot him a reproachful look, but didn’t respond.
Joshua smiled, taking out a tissue to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
Xylia took the tissue. “Thank you, I’ll do it myself.” Her tone carried a hint of petnce, as if she was displeased with Joshua for seeing her as a joke.
Joshua felt a tightness in his chest. It seemed like she was acting cute towards him.
Maverick cleared his throat as they reached the door. He had never seen Mr. Garcia look at someone like this, with such a lovesick expression.
Joshua lifted his gaze and looked at Maverick. His smiling eyes unexpectedly shed with a sharp, icy gleam.
Fearing Joshua might do something to him, Maverick quickly knocked on the door.
After several knocks, a weary male voice finally came from inside. “Who’s there?” The voice sounded sleepy, but the tone was slightly high–pitched, as if the person had been drinking.
As Xylia was thinking, the door opened.
As soon as Maverick saw the door opening, he immediately pushed it open.
When Lyle saw Xylia, his eyes widened, and he seemed to sober up quickly. He reached for the door to close it.
Joshua raised his hand and gently tapped the door frame, preventing Lyle from closing it. “Want to talk?”
Lyle, now nervous, said, “What do we have to talk about? Get out of here, or I’ll report you for trespassing!”
Xylia frowned at him and said, “We just need to talk to you, not hurt you. Why are you so nervous?”
Lyle had mostly sobered up by this time. Seeing that the door couldn’t be closed, and the three of them were persistent, he hesitated for a moment before letting them in.
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