Semua Bab Doting on the Greenhorn: Bab 231 - Bab 240

"How dare you touch me, Heather?"Heather gritted her teeth and stood up as she watched Selena coldly. "Listen carefully. Craig and I did nothing. We're simply trying to find out the truth behind the enmity between the Snyders and the Simpsons."Selena almost ground her teeth as she stared back at Heather. "Can't you do the investigation yourself? Why do you have to drag my husband into this? Thomas is the culprit! "You didn't want the Simpsons to have their revenge. You seduced my husband so you can tell him to spare you! Do you think we're all blind to that?"Selena's imagination impressed Heather. The latter said coldly, "Craig and I met on the street.""Ha! Realton is huge, and you just so happened to encounter him on a random street? I've seen plenty of women like you. This is just your trick to seduce a man."Heather couldn't communicate with Selena at all. No matter what she said, Selena simply believed that she was making up excuses."Heather, you already have Tyrone, s

Lucy stood in the doorway, handing Heather her phone. Her face was filled with concern as she whispered, "I think Mr. Elkin is in a bad mood. Maybe you could cheer him up." Heather was speechless. The last thing she wanted was to comfort Tyrone. If only she could send him to outer space instead!She was sure that if Lucy turned off her phone, Tyrone would just call another maid in the mansion to get her to answer. Waking everyone up in the middle of the night was definitely not ideal. With a forced smile, Heather took the phone and shut the door. She took a deep breath before holding it to her ear. "Heather, how dare you hang up on me? Are you asking for trouble?" Tyrone's voice boomed through the phone, making her wince. Heather had expected this. In a calm and soft tone, she replied, "You're the one who started yelling." "Who allowed you to sleep?" he yelled. She was stunned. Was she getting scolded for sleeping? Was he insane? Heather had hoped that with Tyrone away,

Despite Selena's persistent attempts to seduce him, Craig remained resolute in his refusal. Desperate, she had secretly drugged his drink, hoping that just one sip would make him hers for the night. Unfazed, Craig set the drink aside and gently guided Selena to the couch. "Selena, I need to leave for a few days," he said calmly. Selena's eyes turned icy. "Is this about Heather? Craig, it's my birthday! Are you going to abandon me for her?" Earlier, when Craig had pulled out his phone, she had seen the name "Hattie" on the screen. The intimate nickname stung, especially since she was only saved in his contacts as "Selena". It hurt deeply because she was his legal wife. "I'm sorry I can't be here for your birthday," Craig said. "We're investigating a feud between the Simpsons and Snyders. It's tied to the person responsible for my family's deaths. I really have to go." With that, he grabbed his suit jacket and left the private room. "Craig!" Selena called out desperately,

"What are you thinking about?" Craig inquired, his steady gaze fixed on Heather. She blinked, snapping back to reality. "I'm not sure if we'll even find George on this trip." Locating George would be ideal. If they didn't succeed, not only would they miss crucial leads from years ago, but Selena might also assume they were having an affair. That would make it difficult for Heather to explain herself. Craig's lips curled into a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. Even if we don't find him, we can follow other leads. There's always a way." She remained silent, her shimmering eyes reflecting a hint of uncertainty. Noting Heather's silence, Craig's smile softened. "What's on your mind?" "It's nothing," she replied with a sheepish smile, turning her gaze back to the window. Heather couldn't shake the feeling that Craig seemed different. During their phone calls, he had been distant and cold, but now he was unexpectedly gentle, almost like the Craig she used to know. Not only ha

The plane touched down in Oakville. Craig had rented a car, so he and Heather made their way to the small town. By the time they reached, evening had settled in. George's place was a dilapidated two-story building. "He wouldn't have moved out, would he?" Heather asked. She frowned as her gaze fell on the dark windows. The building seemed unoccupied for a long time. "I'll check," Craig said. "Stay here." He went next door to inquire and soon returned with news. George was indeed staying here, but they were unlucky. He had gone gambling three days ago, and he had a pattern of returning every five or six days. Heather furrowed her brows. "Didn't he gamble away all his relocation money in Royalton? Does he even have a job?" Having investigated it, Craig replied, "I've asked around. George has lived here for over a decade, and no one has seen him work. Yet, he seems to have money. He often claims to be a gambling expert and says he's won a lot. "I suspect his money comes fro