My Extraordinary Wife

“Sir, money is not the problem. I’ll talk to my colleagues about this. If they agree to take the case, we’ll launch the investigation.” Then, he hung up.

Ryan stared at his dark phone screen thoughtfully. It’s really not easy to investigate something that happened decades ago. But that was exactly the reason he thought of commissioning Mysterious yet Majestic to help him.

He had heard that the organization was capable of solving any case.

Can they really succeed where the Count’s Mansion has failed?

At the same time, a typically inactive group chat that Ashlyn was in began pinging with a flurry of messages.

Quiet Forest: Someone is paying two million to investigate the case of Count’s Mansion’s missing heiress.

Flying Fish: Two million? Missing heiress from the Count’s Mansion? Hasn’t she returned?

Boss: Yeah. What’s the point of launching an investigation when she’s already back?

Lone Breeze: What’s there to investigate? And two million? All these dumb rich people.

Helios: The Count’s Mansion’s heiress has been missing for so many years. How can they find any clues now? The case might be workable if it was less than ten years old.

frown as she read the

bombarded with

Breeze: Hey, where’s Zero? Why is he missing out on all the

probably asleep? It’s pretty

Is Zero suddenly subscribing to a healthy sleep cycle?

Hey, back to the topic. Are we taking this case or not? We need to decide now.

The case

Fish: Fine. Let’s follow Zero’s lead. Who knows? We might actually shed some light on this cold

emoji followed by the message:

Lone Breeze: Fine!

fine either

an

message on his phone as he sat

Majestic’s case confirmation

bed and logged into the Mysterious yet Majestic’s request page. Lo and behold,

They’ve accepted the case!

heart suddenly and

elder sister was at playing the piano. In fact, she was a way more

the training they received back in the day, his elder sister had won first place at a children’s

and had gone years without training, she couldn’t possibly forget everything she had ever learned. She would at least remember how to play a simple tune from our childhood. Yet, Mary