Tiffany went to Mr. Sloane’s mailing address that afternoon. Arianne waited back at home. She had initially intended on going with her, but when she remembered Mark’s reaction to the letter, she decided to retreat. Before everything was settled, this would only cause more trouble. Even though it seemed like Mark wasn’t restricting her from going anywhere, it did not mean that he wasn’t aware of wherever she went.The next morning, Tiffany sent a message to inform her that she had arrived home. They agreed to meet up after work and talk face to face.Naturally, Tiffany had rushed back early in the morning to go to work. Before Jackson suddenly decided to fire her, she had to go to work as usual so that she would have one extra day of wages, even if he did fire her all of a sudden.She arrived an hour late due to some delays along the way. As she arrived in a rush at the office, she noticed that there seemed to be very little people in the elevator. This provided her with some semblan
The “forcefulness” in Jackson’s display put Tiffany at her wits’ end. She couldn’t understand what he was trying to do. How could he act as if nothing had happened after something so embarrassing? Shouldn’t he be avoiding suspicion?When they arrived at the lower ground floor, she dawdled around, refusing to step out of the elevator. “Mr. West, don’t you think that we should be avoiding suspicion? The matter from a few days ago caused quite a scandal. You’re not married and neither am I. It would be detrimental to our reputations and developments in the future. You should go first. I’ll get a cab.”Jackson couldn’t be bothered to listen to her going on and on. He reached out his arm, circled it around her neck, and dragged her to the car. “Mr. West? You never used to call me that. I’ve told you, it’s fine. I’m not afraid, so why should you? Get in the car.”Her mind was distracted by the faint smell of his cologne. He wasn’t just throwing suspicion out into the open, but he was also
Arianne relaxed after hearing her answer. They ordered their meal before Tiffany began her report on her findings at the mailing address. “By the way, I’ve asked a lot of neighbors around that address. According to their physical descriptions, the man who’s always lived at that exact address was George Levin. However, they don’t know his full name because they didn’t talk a lot. They’ve heard a young man call him ‘Uncle Sloane’ before, but they couldn’t be sure. Perhaps he was calling him ‘Uncle Levin’ too.”“Someone took this George Levin away three years ago, and he never returned. I suspect that he may have changed his name. He lied to us. He is Mr. Sloane! If we take a step back and say he isn’t Mr. Sloane, then that Mr. Sloane in that letter can’t possibly be unrelated to him. Who’d use George Levin’s address to send a letter for no apparent reason? Either George Levin is Mr. Sloane, or he’s acquainted with Mr. Sloane. I’ve asked my private investigator to investigate this. Let’s
Arianne noticed the fruits and nutritional supplements at the head of the bed, which looked very similar to the ones Ethan had brought along with him yesterday. However, she direasonsdn’t think too much of it. Many of these items could be bought around the convalescent home, which meant that as long as someone bought these items nearby, they would be pretty much the same. She didn’t quite believe in George’s story. “Mr. Levin, that wasn’t what you said when we were here yesterday. Do you have any underlying reasons preventing you from talking about this?”George closed his turbid eyes, his breathing growing slightly rapid. “No underlying reasons. I just don’t want to bring trouble onto myself. Please don’t visit me anymore. Mr. Sloane’s affairs have nothing to do with me. All I want is to wait for my death in peace.”The thought of her tedious trip to the mailing address made this difficult for Tiffany to accept. However, George had put a dead end to her conversation. George had admi
Mary pondered for a moment then replied, “George Slone.”Arianne was taken aback. “George Sloane? Are you sure?” George Sloane, George Levin. How could it possibly be that coincidental?Mary slapped her thigh. “I remember now, I’m certain that I’ve gotten the right name. It may have been ten years ago, but I’m not that senile yet. His name was George Sloane. He wasn’t particularly good looking, but he was an honest man. He was always industrious and conscientious in his job. He was pretty quiet too. Now that you’ve mentioned it, he was pretty lucky. He was supposed to be in the plane too, but his stomach was hit by gastric pains just before he got onto the plane. He was purging the entire morning, so the Master gave him the day off.”For further confirmation, Arianne had asked the private investigator for George Levin’s information from the convalescent home. She had also managed to obtain a small photo. She showed it to Mary, who squinted her eyes and stared at it for a very long t
Ari had always kept Mark and Aery’s relationship from Tiffany, but there was no use in keeping it from her now. “Tiffie, I’ve been aware of this for a long time now. Aery was close to Mark at some point, but he promised that he won’t contact her anymore. Don’t do anything rash. I can take care of this. Promise me, don’t kick up a fuss.”Tiffie was dumbfounded. “What the hell are you playing at? And I was just wondering why Aery never got along with you. So, it’s not because of family issues after all, but that she’s been eyeing your man! Mark is certainly formidable—marrying the older sister then stringing along the younger sister. I used to think that he was just mean to you. I never thought that he’d turn out this way. What a shame, the whole world puts him on such a pedestal, but he’s actually scum! Seriously, men are all pigs!”Arianne’s head was aching, and she was panicking from feeling depressed. She had to change the topic. “By the way… I suddenly had a thought that maybe Mr.
Henry grunted in reply then picked up the phone again and mumbled a few words to Mark before ending the call. Arianne sat in front of the table, inhaling a bowl of millet porridge, still feeling emotional. “What did he say to you, Henry?”“Mr. Tremont said ‘Just you wait’...” Henry replied, looking completely serious.“Sure. I’ll wait then… We’ll see which one of us will piss on himself first,” Arianne said guiltily as she slurped on a few mouthfuls of porridge, her eyes blinking along the way.After work in the late afternoon, she met up with Tiffany and made a trip to the convalescent home again. They had just arrived in front of George’s room when they saw an older woman cleaning up. The room door was wide open, and there was no one inside.“Excuse me, where is the patient from this room? Where is George Levin?” Tiffany quickly asked.The woman stopped and stared at them. “Gone. A family member arrived first thing this morning to handle the formalities.”This felt like a light
Of course, the private investigator was elated now that money was on the line.Tiffany touched Arianne’s cheek when the call ended. “Don’t be upset, Ari. It’s alright. It’s not like it’s the first setback. We’ll find George as long as he’s alive. If we had known that he was Mr. Sloane, we would have pried his mouth open and prevented him from ever escaping. This man is wicked. Your life was pretty peaceful, yet he insisted on jumping out all of a sudden to tell you that your father was framed. Then he plays hide and seek with you when you arrive enthusiastically. He must think that he’s off the hook just because he’s dying. Why must the living have to suffer?”Arianne smiled into the cold wind. “I will find him. He’s worked for the Tremonts for so long, and I’ve managed to get information on him. I’ll keep on looking for him as long as he’s not dead.”Tiffany’s phone suddenly rang. She began complaining before even looking at the screen. “My god, how annoying. I’ve already told my m