Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

“Where is the car now? Alright, I’ll head over right
now.”
Fabian said this in reply and hurriedly drove out. A while later, he arrived at the car rental.
The staff took Fabian to one of the cars. “Mr. Johnson, is this the car you’re looking for?”
Fabian had looked at the surveillance footage multiple times, so he was certain that this was the car that the man who abducted
Lillian drove.
“That’s right. Do you have the contact of the person who rented this car?” Fabian asked urgently.
The staff nodded and then handed Fabian the information of the person who rented the car.
However, Fabian tried calling the number and found that this number did not exist.
That meant this person had already planned for this.
“When did the person return the car? What does he look like?”
“Half an hour ago. He’s a tall and thin man completely dressed in black. He had a mask and a scarf on, so I couldn’t see how he
looked.”
“Get me the security footage,” Fabian ordered the staff, and the staff did not waste any time. He immediately took out the
security footage outside the shop and showed it to Fabian.
Fabian furrowed his long eyebrows tightly and looked closely. After watching the few seconds of footage of the man returning the
car repeatedly, he suddenly had a face in his mind.
“Could it be him?”
Fabian had some guesses in his heart, but those guesses further worried him.
He quickly called his friend who worked at the airline.
“Help me check whether there’s a man named Carter Gray coming here from St. Piaf a few days ago.”

The person quickly looked through the data, but they could not find any information on someone named Carter Gray.
Fabian hung up the phone, doubting himself and wondering whether he made a mistake.
However, after thinking about it, knowing Carter’s ability, it would not be difficult for Carter to board a plane with a fake name.
After pondering for a while, Fabian finally
unblocked Carter’s number and decisively called.
However, no one picked up the phone after a long while.
In the supermarket.
Carter, phone in hand, stared at the familiar number blinking on his phone for some time before finally putting the phone back
into his pocket nonchalantly.
He bought some of the food that Shirley liked and quickly left the supermarket to return to the apartment.
The sun was setting at dusk.
Carter kept busy in the kitchen. When the sky nearly turned dark, Carter, with a cold face, went to call Shirley over.
“Dinner’s ready.”
Carter’s tone was icy. He lowered his eyes to look at Lillian who was sitting quietly on the sofa.
“There’s nothing for you.”
Lillian understood what he said, but instead of showing any emotional reaction, she merely blinked her clear, big eyes.
Shirley looked at Carter’s gaze that was filled with coldness and hatred. She then reached her hand to Lillian and showed her a
friendly smile.
“Lily, come with me. We’ll go have dinner.” Shirley invited her amiably.
Lillian blinked her clear, big eyes and then looked at Carter before carefully lifting her small hand. However, before her small
hand could touch Shirley’s palm, Carter barged toward them and pushed her small hand away.