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?”

nodded, her hands under the table clenched tightly as if she was gripping

it at

deliver it

“Which bodyguard?”

called over her bodyguard.

“Did you encounter anyone when

bodyguard shook his

“Alright, you can go for

press further, but she didn’t say anything more, afraid

and Fitch stayed, not revealing anything to Carlene due to the

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 way my brother’s fingerprint could

micro–expressions couldn’t

furrowing his brows.

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

has always been at her house. This means someone stole it from her house, found nothing useful, and returned it to avoid suspicion. But Ethat makes no sense. If Eric knew it was his notebook, wouldn’t he

explanation. He

have someone look into it discreetly. If he’s still alive and in Greenfield, we’ll find him.”

looked out the window, his tone indifferent. “I’ll have

the hotel, lan checked some files, then couldn’t resist

showing that he’d been removed as a friend.

number was

to say about his investment in

couldn’t help touching his lip; it had been hurting since she bit him the other

saliva mingling with his was like

a tingling sensation with

opened his account and immediately saw a

kid stuff: luxury cars,

posting the photo, he wrote