Chapter 947


    After taking a shower, Daphne Aldrich began to tidy up her things. Halfway through, she suddenly


    found that the pendant in her bag was gone.


    She had searched all the possible ces, but found nothing.


    Daphne fell on the sofa, her eyes a little dull.


    It should have fallen when she was attacked tonight.


    She had had the pen cap with her since she was in high school. For so many years, she had never lost


    it.


    After staring nkly for a while, she gritted her teeth and suddenly got up. She found hot pepper spray


    from the drawer and the small weapon that she had bought to protect herself in times of danger. She


    grabbed her phone and ran out.


    She had run all the way to the door of the newspaper office and searched all the ces where she had


    just been. However, she didn''t find it.


    When she returned home, she was full of frustration.


    This thing, in many years, had brought her courage without fear.


    It was her light and faith.


    She never expected that it would be lost in a hurry.


    It seemed that she could not find it no matter what.


    Lying on the bed, she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. The moment she closed her eyes, it


    was that pair of terrifying eyes that made her feel despair and suffocation.


    Daphne sat up abruptly again. When she opened her phone, she identally touched the call log.


    She tried to search for thetest number in WeChat.


    Found it.


    She looked at it for a long time, but she did not click to add it to her contact list.


    Some people had seemed to be far away from her. Suddenly, one day, when he was so close to her,


    she felt that it was so unreal.


    She put down her phone, fell back on the bed, and closed her eyes.


    The next day, when she arrived at the news agency, her colleague said, "Daphne, did you stay upte


    to work again yesterday? You even have dark circles under your eyes. Aren''t you working too hard?"


    The corners of Daphne Aldrich''s mouth twitched. Her smile was dry. "No, I didn''t rest wellst night."


    At this time, someone said, "Daphne, the chief editor wants you to go to his office."


    Daphne responded and went to the office to knock on the door.


    After she entered, the chief editor said, "Daphne, have you been investigating the project of New Coast


    recently?"


    Daphne nodded. "I don''t think this will end with Justin''s death. There are still many things we can


    explore. I..."


    "There is nothing left to write about it now. The rest of the news media have ced their focus on


    Conrad Group and rence. No one will care about what Justin has done."


    Daphne frowned. "But..."


    The chief editor pushed the document in front of her. "Here, there is an exclusive for domestic violence.


    The client is in the building next to ours. You can follow and report it."


    Daphne lowered her head and did not speak.


    "Daphne, the person involved is a famous great painter. His influence is extraordinary. This exclusive is


    what many people want to get. If you hadn''t brought back such big news for our newspaperpany, it


    wouldn''t have been your turn. You should follow this well. It will definitely be explosive news."


    "But I don''t want to follow this. I still want to work with New Coast."


    The chief editor said in a deep voice, "It''s already in the past. The one I want you to report is a social


    topic that attracts widespread attention. This painter is usually amiable and gentlemanly in front of the


    public."


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    "I received news this morning. He told the police that his wife had died in an ident, which had


    nothing to do with him. Isn''t this worth investigating? Don''t you want to get the justice and truth for the


    dead?"


    When Daphne heard this, her expression loosened. She slowly reached out to take the information in


    front of her.


    The chief editor said, "That''s right. People should look ahead and move on..."


    Daphne looked at him and said, "Chief Editor, I can follow this news, but I still want to continue


    investigating the New Coast project at the same time. I promise that it won''t affect this report."


    Seeing that she still insisted, the chief editor did not want to drag her down. He waved his hand and


    said, "You can do whatever you want. as long as you don''t dy your work."


    A smile appeared on Daphne Aldrich''s face. "Thank you, Chief Editor."


    After she left, the chief editor suddenly remembered something. "By the way, thewyer invited for this


    case is..."


    Daphne Aldrich''s figure could no longer be seen, so he took back the rest of his words.


    The reason why Daphne was allowed to follow this case was not only because he did not want her to


    continue working on New Coast''s project. Another reason was that thewyer invited by the other party


    was famous in the circle for being very difficult to deal with. Only Daphne Aldrich could find out the


    truth.


    Daphne returned to her seat and moved the information about New Coast''s project to the side. She


    opened the one that the chief editor had just given her.


    This artist was called Steve Billings. He was in his early forties and had never been sessful when he


    was young. The paintings he drew had also been looked down upon by others. When he met his wife,


    who was like a muse in his inspiration, she instantly stimted his potential. The painting of his wife


    made him famous overnight.


    Over the past few years, many paintings of his had been sold at a high price.


    Other than his paintings, the rtionship between him and his wife had once be a topic of


    concern for people.


    Every time he attended an event, Steve would take care of his wife in every way possible. It could be


    seen that the two of them were very sweet and happy.


    Over time, Steve had been known as a good husband.


    Now that his wife had suddenly died, Steve had been suspected of having killed his wife.


    Such a contrast in the image was indeed inconceivable.


    After reading through Steve''s past experiences and the photos of his wife, Daphne felt that there were


    a few photos in which his wife had strange expressions. It was indeed worth investigating.


    Her intuition told her that it was not as simple as domestic violence.


    Daphne called Steve. "Hello, Mr. Billings. I am City N Press reporter, Daphne Aldrich. If you have time


    in the afternoon, can I have an interview with you?"


    On the other side of the line, Steve''s voice was sad, but he agreed readily. "Yes."


    After Daphne confirmed the time to meet him, she put away her phone.


    In such a short time, he had been ready to face the reporters. It seemed that this person was more


    difficult to deal with than she had imagined.


    Daphne turned on theputer and continued to search for information about Steve and his wife,


    trying to get more clues.


    Nowadays, there were too many sanctimonious and gentle people who wereplete devils by nature.