Both she and Mr. Campell believed everything written on it because each document was stamped with an official seal, and the descriptions were detailed. There were even photos of the casino, screenshots from surveince video yback, with clear dates. Many materials had been authenticated by relevant departments, probably to ensure they believed it. Who went to such great lengths to collect and organize this information? Regardless of who it was, the intention was for the good of the Campell family. As ordinary people, Mr. and Mrs. Campell couldn’t figure it out immediately, but they trusted the authenticity of the evidence. So, the wedding was postponed; only time reveals true intentions. Whether the evidence was real or not, time would tell. In short, the wedding was off.


    That night at Marsh Group, most people had already left work. However, Ivan, as the president, had not yet gone home. Jennifer’s early pregnancy was rtively stable, so Ivan was closely monitoring two new projects at thepany. After all, his trusted assistant Andrew was apanying Spencer, so Ivan had to take care ofpany matters himself.


    In the elegantly simple president’s office, a jewelry design sketchy on Ivan’s desk. It was his wife’stest masterpiece, which he adored. The patterns and designs were so exquisite that they were breathtaking. He looked at the design sketch with joy, a gentle smile curving his lips; it was a gift for their baby. But when he nced at the bulging white envelope beside it, his eyes dimmed a bit.


    Just then, his phone rang on the desk. He saw it was an international call and picked up the phone. “Go ahead.”


    “Mr. Marsh,” a deep male voice reported with a hint of guilt, “Rupert didn’te to work today, and we couldn’t reach him by phone. He might be absent without leave.”


    “Is his project finished?” Ivan asked in a low voice.


    The other person replied, “His project has just started.”


    If that’s the case, Rupert’s unexined absence from work must indicate a problem.


    “Okay, I understand.” Ivan ended the call and pondered for a few seconds with one hand in his pocket.


    After a while, a thought urred to him, and he dialed another number. “Help me find out Rupert’s whereabouts-check ne tickets, train tickets, and ferry tickets.”


    “Got it. I’ll get back to you shortly.”


    “I’ll wait.” Ending the call, Ivan stood by the window with his phone in hand, his eyes darkening.


    At some point, his thoughts drifted to Spencer. When would this brother of his finally live a life that didn’t worry him? Settling down, getting married and having children-bing a responsible father.Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.


    Reflecting on their years together, Ivan realized he had practically watched Spencer grow up. Spencer had changed and improved significantly over time, whichforted Ivan.


    Soon after, his phone rang again.


    He nced at the caller ID and answered. “Hello?” He held the phone close to his ear in a low maic voice.


    “Mr. Marsh, Rupert has flown to Arkpool City; hended at 5:10 PM today.”


    Ivan paused for a few seconds upon hearing this.


    “Mr. Marsh…?” The caller cautiously asked, unsure of Ivan’s reaction. “Is there anything else you need me to do?”


    “No, thank you.” Ivan hung up again.


    Rupert had returned to the country? Why?


    Ivan’s well-defined fingers tapped on the thick white envelope on his desk as he wondered why Rupert would abandon a project that could earn him money when he needed it most.