Chapter 848


    Arabe gazed at rk''s profile, a sudden wave of sympathy washing over her. "What''s her name?


    Maybe I can help."


    rk looked at Arabe in surprise, then realized with a jolt that his sister''s hacking skills trumped his


    own. Maybe she could indeed find her.


    "Send me her personal detailster,’ Arabe said, her gaze falling on the road ahead. "If she''s doing


    well, there''s no need to disturb her. But if she''s in any sort of trouble, you could use this opportunity to


    clear things up."


    rk looked at his sister''s profile, finally agreeing, "Alright."


    Serena, lurking in the shadows, was taken aback. She hadn''t realized that rk had such a deep and


    haunting past. His family always assumed he was single.


    But why had he only told Arabe.


    Never her, his other sister.


    Arabe knew that someone was eavesdropping from the shadows. Serena was the only one who


    would stoop to such levels, but Arabe couldn''t be bothered.


    After taking a shower, Arabe received a message from rk.


    [Carol Earwood, 22, a Libra raised in an orphanage, was adopted at the age of 6 by a family and


    moved to 111 Stardust Lane in the Golden Fields of Summerfield South District. Her adoptive parents


    were county teachers.]


    rk also sent a photo. The woman in the picture had an aloof and indifferent air about her, stunningly


    beautiful.


    "Got it."


    After responding to the message, Arabe sent one to her subordinate, [Find this person for me as


    quickly as you can.]


    [The fastest speed? Boss, what did this woman do to you? Dig up your ancestor''s graves or owe you a


    fortune?] her subordinate couldn''t help but respond. [There are many beautiful girls in the world, but


    I''ve only ever seen two with this kind of aura. One is you, and the other is her. Boss, are you two long-


    lost sisters? You both have a simr vibe!]


    The woman gave off a sophisticated, distant air, her cool and indifferent gaze impossible to read.


    She was like a puzzle.


    [Just do it, and stop talking.] Arabe sent the message and began to blow-dry her hair.


    The next morning.


    Arabe nned to visit 111 Stardust Lane.


    As she was leaving, she overheard the servants discussing how rk had sat on the balcony all night,


    not sleeping. They suspected he was upset.


    Arabe nced at rk''s bedroom. The balcony was now empty.


    She chose a car from the garage and followed the GPS to Golden Fields. After finding a parking spot,


    she walked to Stardust Lane.


    Stardust Lane was a small neighborhood. On the left were fish ponds, in the middle was a small road


    for pedestrians, and on the right were rows of houses.


    N?velDrama.Org owns ? this.


    Arabe followed the rusted, faded house numbers, searching from one house to the next.


    Many vigers ran businesses from their homes. Some sold fruit, others ran convenience stores, and a


    few sold vegetables.


    Number 110 was a breakfast stall. The owner had set up a small tent at the front, selling piping hot


    breakfast.