Samuel Temple couldn''t wait a moment longer and immediately ordered someone to find a skilled forger.


    An hourter, the man arrived.


    He studied the three handwritten letters, then picked up a pen and began to imitate the script.


    After writing a few words, he handed the sample to Hannah Green and the others.


    "I have to say, a professional''s work is on another level. Look at this—the handwriting is identical!"


    Samuel stared at the words. Honestly, if he hadn''t hired the man himself and known what he was doing, he would have thought it was a fourth letter that had just been delivered.


    "Of course. Pros do professional work. Now, when I take this to him, he''ll have to believe what I told him this morning."


    Cherry Temple said with a triumphant arch of her brow. After all, when Lionel Rosenberg heard her ims, he had been inplete denial, convinced she was lying.


    "Let''s see him try to exin this away. If he still denies it and insists the letter said Quennel Rosenberg''s name, that we changed it, then I''ll just keep pressing him until the truthes out!"


    Cherry grew more excited the more she thought about it. She never imagined things could develop this way and could hardly wait to see the look on his face.


    "Hurry up and copy the contents of this letter, just change Quennel''s name to Lionel Rosenberg."


    Worried the forger might not know how to write Lionel''s name, Cherry even wrote it out for him on a separate piece of paper for him to copy.


    In less than half an hour, he had produced a new letter. Hannahpared it meticulously with the original, checking it several times to ensure there were no mistakes. Only then did she ce it in the envelope.


    "Wait until tomorrow to take this letter to him. Just say you stole it. The rest is up to you. How much you can get out of him depends on your skills!"


    Cherry took the envelope and triumphantly tapped it against her cheek. Don''t worry, I''m an expert at prying information out of people. Unlike some idiot who can''t get a straight answer, I''ll get him to talk.


    If it wouldn''t seem too suspicious to show up with it so soon, she would have gone right then.


    But since she''d initially told him she wouldn''t help, delivering it so quickly would definitely raise his suspicions.


    The next morning, Cherry took the letter and headed straight for the hospital. Lionel had assumed that after their conversation yesterday, Cherry wouldn''t be back. He was surprised to see her walk in just as he was finishing breakfast. "Are you just starting breakfast, or are you done? If you''re not finished, go ahead and eat. I have something to discuss, but it''s not urgent."


    Hearing her words, he shot her a meaningful nce.


    Lionel Rosenberg''s brow furrowed. He took a deep breath before speaking. "If you have something to say, just say it. I''m finished eating."


    Cherry looked him up and down, letting out a small, mockingugh. She said nothing simply crossing her arms and leaning back slightly, her long legs crossed.


    Her casual, almost taunting demeanor infuriated Lionel. He hated how she always had


    something to say but deliberately, dragged it out, waiting for him to beg for it.


    But he had to admit, Cherry had the right to be arrogant. Every piece of information


    she brought him was undeniably useful.


    He sighed internally. "Did you get more information from Hannah? Please, just tell me. If it''s valuable, I can offer you more resources."