Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 584

“lan, fingerprints can’t be faked. There are no two identical fingerprints in the world. This is what the machine tells us. Eric is still alive. For some reason, he just hasn’t reached out to you.”

lan’s breathing picked up after hearing Fitch’s suppressed excitement.

“I’m coming over now. Let’s talk face–to–face.”

lan sat in his office, waiting in silence for Fitch.

Fitch arrived quickly, bringing the test results: “Now we just need to trace the movement of this notebook for the past three days.”

lan rubbed his temples, feeling a mix of emotions.

“Fitch, let’s keep this under wraps for now.”

He was worried that all of this was just wishful thinking.

Furthermore, even if Eric was still alive, he hadn’t made contact for six years. It could be that he was unable to or that he had run into other issues.

All in all, this was a complicated situation.

Fitch nodded, signaling for lan to call Carlene and invite her to talk.

Carlene looked exhausted, having been up all night.

Getting the call from lan felt like being summoned for judgement.

She met them at the agreed location and saw Fitch.

Her body jolted, her complexion paling.

lan’s face was expressionless as he asked her, “Has this notebook always been with you?”

as if she was gripping

at the

I had my bodyguard deliver it to

“Which bodyguard?”

called over

“Did you encounter anyone when you were delivering

bodyguard shook his head.

temples again. “Alright, you can go

press further, but she didn’t say anything more, afraid of tipping her hand. She left

anything to Carlene

the fingerprint on the notebook Carlene gave me was left three days ago, could it be that my brother showed up to save her? She didn’t seem to believe it herself. I think she knows there’s no

couldn’t

was silent, furrowing

one party deceased and many unanswered questions, it was hard to draw any

stole it from her house, found nothing useful, and returned it to avoid suspicion. But Ethat makes no sense. If Eric knew it was

explanation.

he’s still alive and in Greenfield, we’ll find him.”

window, his tone indifferent. “I’ll

checked some files, then couldn’t resist opening his chat

showing that he’d

was

say about his investment

lip; it had been hurting since she bit him the other day. He couldn’t eat anything until today, only

saliva mingling with his was like a thin wire wrapping tightly

a tingling sensation with a tolerable

opened his account and immediately saw a

was filled with typical rich kid stuff: luxury cars, beautiful

posting the photo, he wrote a