“The man is not dead!” Baird Lane slowly spat out three words.


    Gates rubbed his chin, “Also, if people were dead, there wouldn’t be this I’ming back, but it does mean that Molly Bort did make a move to kill someone at one point, it’s just that the person killed was lucky and didn’t die.”


    Baird Lane lifted his chin nomittally.


    Aunt Lucy got goosebumps from listening.


    At this point, Gates questioned again, “The person who sent the delivery, supposedly came back to get revenge on Molly Bort, and I can understand the other person sending Molly Bort this kind of intimidating delivery, but I don’t understand why the other person is sending dead rats, or charred ones.”


    Baird Lane pursed his thin lips in silence.


    Something about that had crossed his mind, something had even shed through his mind, but it was too fast for him to catch it.


    “What courierpany is this delivery from?” Baird Lane asked Aunt Lucy as she closed the box.


    Aunt Lucy will shake his head, “I don’t know, the person who delivered the courier did not wear the uniform of the courierpany, he only said that he was a courierpany, but specifically which courierpany, he did not say, I didn’t think about it carefully at the time, after all, now many couriers to deliver the courier, do not wear uniforms.”


    “There’s no address on it either, much less the name of the courierpany.” Gates said as he picked up the courier box at some point.


    Baird Lane lowered his eyes, “That man is not a courier.”


    “That’s what I think, it should be someone’s henchman.” Gates concurred.


    Then he thought of something and asked for instructions, “President Lane, why don’t I check the surveince in the vi area?”


    Baird Lane put down the red box in his hand, “No need, since the other party didn’t cover his face to deliver the courier, it means he’s pretty confident that we won’t be able to find him even if we check the surveince, so there’s no need to go through the extra trouble.”


    “Also.” Gates scratched his head.


    Baird Lane sat down, “Don’t bother with this one.”


    “Hey?” Gates flinched, “Whatever?”


    “Whatever, it’s Molly Bort’s own mess, let her deal with it, and if she did do something like kill someone, then it’s up to her to answer to herself.” Baird Lane said coldly.


    Gates mused, “But then I’m worried that the other side will retaliate because you, President Lane, are her husband, and then even you, President Lane, will retaliate.”


    “Well, that’s if the man’s got it in him.” Baird Lane said in a cloudy voice, clearly not taking his concerns to heart.


    Seeing this, Gates rubbed the tip of his nose and stopped talking.


    Baird Lane pointed to the red box he’d just ced on the coffee table, “You take care of this stuff.”


    “Okay.” Gates responded, picking up the box and heading out of the vi.


    Baird Lane looked at Aunt Lucy, “For the next few moments, Aunt Lucy you keep a bit of an eye on it, see if there are any more simr deliveries, and if there are, just refuse them.”


    While he didn’t want to be bothered with all this Molly Bort business, he also didn’t want all these messy deliveries that were cluttering up the vi.


    “Yes.” Aunt Lucy nodded.


    At that moment, Gates returned from handling the box.


    Baird Lane shifted his gaze to him, “You have someone check to see if Molly Bort has done anything else untoward in thest few years besides tax evasion as well as having a murderous streak, and if so, gather the evidence.”


    “President Lane you want to make a big deal out of it?” Gates raised an eyebrow.


    Baird Lane folded his long legs up, “If she did do anything else God forbid, that’s all I can do.”


    “What about Ann? You fished Molly Bort out for Ann this time,” Gates inquired.


    Baird Lane dropped his eyes and said in a faint voice, “Ann can have a mother who makes a few minor mistakes, but not a vicious one.”


    “I see, then I’ll go ahead and just go.”


    With those words, Gates left the vi.


    Baird Lane pinched his brow, “Where’s Ann?”


    “I was tired from ying in the afternoon, so I fell asleep and I’m still awake.” Aunt Lucy replied.


    Baird Lane nodded slightly, “Help me clean up my room.”


    Aunt Lucy’s eyes lit up, “You’re staying tonight, sir?”


    “Uh-huh.”


    “Okay, I’m on my way.” Aunt Lucy was ecstatic.


    In the recent period, Mr. has hardlye back to stay, and she is really too tired to face Molly Bort, who is a heavenly creature, all by herself.


    Mr. was there and could still help her share a little.


    Aunt Lucy went upstairs, leaving Baird Lane alone in the parlor.


    He picked up his teacup and gently sipped the tea, an air of loneliness permeating around him.


    Yes, loneliness.


    For six years, his heart had been empty, as if a piece of it was missing.


    Even this vi, he felt so empty, obviously living a few people, but he just felt lonely.


    Before, he didn’t know why he had the emotion of loneliness, but now he seemed to understand, because the person who lived here was not the one he wanted, so even if there were more people living here, he would still feel lonely.


    But if that person is what he wants, the vi, no matter how big or empty, is what he feels is full and cozy.


    Just where is the one he wants?


    Baird Lane lowered his eyelids, and suddenly a human face came into view.


    The face was a little blurry at first, but the further it got, the clearer it became.


    Is that face Christine Camp?


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    Could it be that the one he wants is Christine Camp?


    “No way!” Baird Lane subconsciously vetoed, but the hand holding the teacup couldn’t help but tighten up, even as his heartbeat sped up a little.


    He suddenly realized that he had be a little less himself since Christine Camp had shown up.


    Like Gates said, he never goes out and buys anything for anyone personally, but he went out and bought the bag for Christine Camp himself, and even those supplements Christine Camp sent with her sprained foot, he obviously could have had Gates or someone else deliver them, but he chose to deliver them himself at that time.


    And then there’s the elevator, seeing Christine Camp unsteady on her feet, ready to be bumped at any moment, and he gets all nervous and worried inside, and without even thinking about it, he takes her under his protection.


    Most importantly, he had a reaction to Christine Camp …


    It’s hard to believe that he really has a crush on Christine Camp.


    How, how long has it been and how many times has he seen her?


    How did he …


    As he was thinking about it, his cell phone, which he kept in his suit pocket, rang, interrupting all of his inner messy agitation.


    He pursed his lips, his heart feeling both a sense of relief and some displeasure at the arrival of the call.


    He put down his teacup with a slight grimace and reached into his pocket, pulling out his cell phone.


    When he saw the caller ID bouncing on his cell phone screen, Baird Lane’s pupils shrunk slightly and his entire body stood up.


    Why her?


    He was just thinking about her and she called. What is this, a heart-to-heart?


    Those four words instantly popped into his head, and after the corners of Baird Lane’s mouth hooked up in an inessible manner, he picked up the phone.


    “Hey.” He spoke first.


    “It’s me.” Christine White’s voice came.


    Baird Lane rubbed his thumb, “I know, what can I do for you?”


    “It’s nothing much, just want to talk to you Baird, I’ve already bought the clothes for you, how about sending them over to you tomorrow?” Christine White smiled.


    Baird Lane lowered his eyes, “Tomorrow weekend.”


    “It doesn’t matter if it’s the weekend, isn’t it nice that Ie to your house to see you?” On the other end of the line, Christine White blew on her nails and hummed softly.


    Baird Lane, however, was taken aback.


    She wants toe to his ce?


    “Baird?” asked Christine White, not hearing a reply from Baird Lane and unable to resist calling out to him, “Why don’t you say something.”


    Baird Lane’s thin lips twitched, “You’reing to see me at my vi?”


    “Uh, no?” Christine White cocked her head.


    Baird Lane’s eyes shed, and just when she wanted to say something, she grabbed the lead and said, “Don’t say it’s not allowed, inconvenient, or anything like that… I’m very curious about your residence, Baird, so I muste, and there’s no use in you refusing.”


    She was trying toe to see Aunt Lucy, so how could she allow him to refuse.


    And she wanted to see what had be of Molly Bort, who had received the dead rat she’d had sent over?