Chapter 505


    “Mr. Lane, Mr. Goldstein and his wife live in a mansion on Hallowed Avenue where the wealthy resided.


    They usually keep a very low profile and seldom leave the house. In the past two years, they have a


    listed shippingpany in Anndur, and it’s doing pretty well. However, rumor had it that they got


    into a spot of trouble and offended a local gang. But considering Mr. Goldstein’s capabilities, he’ll


    probably resolve such a trivial matter in no time.”


    “What’s their address exactly?” Christopher inquired after listening to his assistant’s report.


    His assistant took out a business card and ced it before Christopher and me. “Here’s the address


    and also their usual itinerary. They’re mostly at home and rarely go out. If you want to see them, you


    can go straight to the mansion. Should I prepare a car?” the assistant asked.


    Christopher then ced the address in front of me. “Here’s the location. If we drive there, it’ll take less


    than half an hour.”


    Having not talked to Isabelle at the auction yesterday, I had been in a despondent mood. And naturally,


    Christopher could tell, so he investigated Mark’s residence early in the morning and presented it to me.


    I picked up the business card and ced it in my hand. As the thin piece of paper came into contact


    with my palm, it was immediately soaked with sweat. Recalling her resolute departurest night, I


    shook my head with a smile. “Never mind. Let’s go back to Hawen. There must be a pile of work


    waiting for you in the office since you’ve been away for so many days. Also, Julia is probably going to


    reproach me when we return.”


    “Are you sure you don’t want to go?” Christopher was a touch surprised since he knew full well that I


    longed to see Isabelle.


    shing him a faint smile, I tried my best to make myself appear rxed. “Yeah, it’s okay. From the


    look of things, she must be living a good life now. Perhaps I shouldn’t disrupt her life. Many years have


    passed, after all, so there’s no point doing so.”


    “What a silly girl!”


    At my insistence, Christopher didn’t mention going to see Isabelle anymore. Instead, he asked his


    assistant to book two flight tickets for the premium economy ss. When we were leaving, I looked


    back at the bustling streets of Norham while standing at the boarding gate before I finally headed


    toward the cabin resolutely.


    Some things are just that unexpected. At the turning point in my life, I encountered a piece of beautiful


    scenery, but I didn’t stay. Instead, all that was left were mncholy and loss.


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    Sitting on thefortable couch, I suddenly caught sight of Isabelle’s photo in the newspaper in the


    hands of the person right in front of me.


    Truth be told, I never expected to see a news report about her in the newspaper. In the next second, I


    glimpsed the word “shooting” and instantly shuddered as fear struck me. I snatched the newspaper


    from the person’s hands and clutched it tightly in my hands. The man cursed me out, but I ignored him.


    Noticing the situation, Christopher’s assistant hurriedly went over and mollified the man.


    The newspaper briefly reported about a shooting that took ce after the auctionst night. Someone


    wanted to kill the Chairman of Illuminati Shipping, Mark, and even attempted to kidnap his wife to


    ckmail him. Fortunately, he sensed something amiss and worked with the police, so the perpetrators


    had been apprehended. At present, both he and his wife were fine.


    Only when I saw that they were fine did I breathe a sigh of relief. At that moment earlier, my heart had


    leaped to my throat, and a sheen of cold sweat broke out on my forehead. Exchanging a nce with


    Christopher, I let out a long sigh of relief.


    With the newspaper in hand, I read it again and again. When we disembarked from the ne, my


    mood already improved significantly. The sky seemed bright, and the ground felt exceedingly solid. The


    scenery thaty before my eyes was also incredibly stunning. Strolling around the garden in the airport,


    I pointed at the huge fountain and grinned idiotically. “Look, Chris, I never thought that the scenery at


    the airport could be so lovely.”


    Without warning, a group of journalists came out of nowhere and started snapping away at me, and


    some even tried to get close to me. Seeing that, Christopher promptly pulled me into his arms and


    shielded me while his assistants surrounded us and acted as a barrier.


    “Ms. Tanner, can you please say something about your painting being exhibited at Mr. Ansley’s art


    exhibition? How do you feel about that? You and Remington are the only two painters among the


    younger generation in Hawen who have their works exhibited at such a grand art exhibition. How did


    you aplish that?”


    “Ms. Tanner, your painting of Moonlight Heaven was auctioned off at a sky-high price of eighty million,


    and you even donated all the proceeds to the impoverished mountainous areas. This matter has


    caused a stir in Avenport. Besides, your technique of making flowers bloom when water was sshed


    on them had been widely circted on the inte. Many people are curious about how you


    aplished that. Do you mind exining it?”