Chapter 67
"Thank you, Mr. Gulliford. I'll head out now." Although there were no celebrities that Jessica liked, she could not pass the chance of getting away from him.
As it was already night, Jessica took a suit jacket in case it was cold outside. Then, she exited the office.
It was brightly lit outside, and the speakers beside the pool were playing popular pop songs. As the sound quality was superb, it made everyone want to dance to the lively music.
Sitting in the corner, she took a sip of her whiskey. Even she was unsure why she had taken a liking to the scorching feeling in her throat the whiskey brought.
Meanwhile, Trevor was staring at the woman downstairs in his office. "She's drinking whiskey again. How could she be Jessica if she drinks whiskey? After all, she almost died from drinking five cups of whiskeys in one go," he wondered. Bang!
Suddenly, someone pushed the door open.
Trevor was angered that someone entered his office without knocking. Just when he wanted to fling a document to the uninvited guest, he saw Martin's excited face. "Mr. Gulliford, I've finally found news about Mrs. Gulliford."
"Go ahead." Trevor's fingers trembled slightly as he walked up to him emotionally.
He had waited for this moment for too long.
"It turns out Mrs. Gulliford really didn't die three years ago. I found the doctor that treated her back then, and it took me some effort for him to speak. Alfred was behind everything, even sending Mrs. Gulliford and the children overseas. My men even discovered that Mrs. Gulliford had cured her leg and underwent plastic surgery after her face was injured in the car crash. She just returned from overseas a few days ago."
"She cured her leg and underwent plastic surgery?" Trevor murmured as he stood there, deep in thought. "Do you have her photos after her surgery?" "Alfred was cautious in removing everything, so we couldn't find any photos of her post-surgery.
However, give me some time. I'll definitely get someone who has seen her before to draw out her face," Martin promised confidently Now that they found traces of her being alive, finding out what she looked like was not something difficult. All they needed was time.
"All right. Remember not to let Alfred or even Jessica find out about this." While saying that, Trevor placed the document in his hands on the table. Then, his smile got wider and wider like magic. "I've finally found you after three years. Thankfully you managed to survive the crash. I'll never let go of you this time," he mused to himself.
"Yes, Mr. Gulliford."
After Martin turned around to leave, a trace of adoration flashed across Trevor's eyes as he looked at Jessica downstairs. "Since she underwent plastic surgery, is the canary beside me the phoenix I'm looking for? Did she hide her identity on purpose?" he wondered.
Meanwhile, Jessica did not sense the heated gaze on her as she continued to sip on her whiskey.
"Are you from Candor Union Company?" A handsome man with slicked-back hair sat in the empty seat in front of her.
"That's right." Jessica nodded. Although she did not like others disturbing her, she could not ask them to leave either. It was a public area, after all.
"Hey, beautiful. Let's drink together. I'm also from Candor Union Company, the average programmer you'll find anywhere." The man was funny, causing Jessica to purse her lips and smile. "I'm a receptionist." Jessica raised her wine glass and clinked glasses with him.
The man got a slice of cake and placed it in front of her before speaking, "How long have you been here? I've never seen a beauty like you before. You must be new."