Chapter 28 A Stack of Letters from Her to Cindy


    In the past two years, Brodie had rarely visited the presidential suite that belonged to him and Luna.


    Because every time he went there, he would be devoured by a suffocating feeling as if submerged in


    the ocean.


    One night, he saw Cindy wiping tears alone in his study. Being seven-year-old, Cindy was much more


    sensible than before. Her eyes were drowsy and red, like rabbit eyes. "Brodie, you lost Luna, didn''t


    you? I''ve won the first prize in the pianopetition, but among the many feedbacks in your desk


    drawer, why haven''t you got any information on Luna''s whereabouts?"


    Brodie didn''t know where to start. He looked at his little girl in confusion. In the past two years, he had


    both his affairs and Cindy''s affairs widely publicized in all kinds of traditional and new media. He always


    thought that Luna may see them.


    Moreover, even if Luna was unwilling to forgive him, she would be willing to take a look at Cindy. Luna


    would show up even if it only meant seeing Cindy once.


    Brodie had always had such a dream.


    However, he was unable to get any progress. All the information from informers and private detectives


    was always misleading, so he had never found any information about Luna.


    Brodie didn''t want to tell Cindy about the disappointing news, but Cindy seemed to have noticed it a


    long time ago.


    What a precocious girl, just like Luna.


    Brodie squatted down and waved at Cindy, "Come here."


    Cindy refused, "Brodie, when will you help me find my Luna? If my Luna is not doing well outside, who


    will take care of her? If my Luna is sick outside, who will take her to the doctor? Luna always reminded


    me to take medicine on time, but she could never remember to take medicine herself. How sad Luna


    must be when she found that her mother, who she took care of for so many years, was not her natural


    mother!"


    Brodie looked at Cindy, whose eyes were red in front of him. He recalled that many years ago, Luna


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    had the same expression when she was wronged. It was as soft as the spring water in March, filling


    people with tender ripples.


    Brodieforted Cindy and coaxed her into sleep, but he himself couldn''t sleep. He wearily put Cindy


    in her small bedroom,id her in the bed and tucked her in. Then he walked into the study and smoked


    two cigarettes alone. Perhaps he really missed her too much. He went downstairs to the garage in the


    early morning and drove to the hotel.


    The presidential suite.


    When the youngdy at the front desk saw Brodie, she suddenly remembered something and stopped


    Brodie, who was hurrying towards the elevator. "Mr. Melton."


    Brodie stopped with narrowed eyes and a slight frown, then he quietly looked back.


    The receptionist had never contacted with such a big shot, so when looked at by him, she was


    inexplicably shocked. It took her a while before she came to her senses and remembered her mission.


    She took out many letters from a drawer and handed them over.


    "Many international letters arrived today. They are addressed to your presidential suite. We''ve


    investigated our employees, and no one has ever leaked your room number or information. So these


    letters should have been sent by someone who does know your room number. I was going to contact


    you tomorrow—"


    The receptionist couldn''t finish her sentence.


    The letters in her hand were snatched away by the famous businessman who had always acted


    gracefully and talked calmly.