Chapter 200
Eddy’s eyes dimmed, but he could still picture his wife’s radiant smile. He was certain he’d find her.
He’d barely stepped outside when he ran into Rebekah.
She was carrying a gift box. “Headed to see Mr. Jordan? Wait up! Let me drop this off for my sister–in–law, then I’ll go with you.”
“Your sister–in–law lives here?”
“Yeah, right next door to you.”
Yesterday at the McCarthy estate, just as he was about to see Laney, he overheard someone talking about a wedding.
Eddy’s dark eyes grew even more unreadable as he glanced past Rebekah and looked toward the door.
He remembered the slim figure he’d glimpsed last night through the curtains.
Rebekah knocked, and the door cracked open.
“Huh? You’re not my sister–in–law!”
“The guest who stayed here checked out this morning,” the new tenant said.
“Miss McCarthy, you could try calling your sister–in–law,” the head bodyguard suggested.
“I wish I could, but I don’t have her number,” Rebekah said with a sigh. She couldn’t contact her brother, either.
With her brother, it was always a one–way street–they were the ones waiting to be contacted. Even if they tried to call, their numbers would be blocked.
Just then, the current tenant brought something out.
“Is this your sister–in–law’s?/She left it behind.”
It was a small acrylic keychain, with a photo of a toddler inside–mahe about two years old, bright–eyed and sweet–faced.
Eddy glanced at the keychain. The child was beautiful, and at first glance, looked a bit like Healy.
Rebekah turned the keychain over in her palm, frowning. “Why would my
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sister–in–law have a keychain with a kid’s picture? They haven’t even had the wedding yet.”
Eddy didn’t dwell on it. After all, most little kids look pretty similar when they’re
young.
“Forget it. I’ll just give her the gift when my brother finally calls,” Rebekah said, turning her focus back to Eddy. “Let’s go see Mr. Jordan. No matter what, I’m going to help you get answers about Pacifica Isle today.”
Eddy nodded and hurried off to the agency.
But when they arrived, they found out Mr. Jordan had already left for the bank with his team of computer experts.
Eddy immediately told his own company to speed things up. He needed his people to identify the suspect before Mr. Jordan’s experts did. If he succeeded, Mr. Jordan would trust him–and maybe tell him the truth about Pacifica Isle. If it really was a military base, then Mr. Jordan was his best shot at getting in.
“Sir, we have the results on last night’s license plate,” the head bodyguard announced as he walked in, sounding surprised. “It’s Fernando.”
Last time, Eddy had followed Fernando’s private plane to Pacifica Isle, only for the place to be blown up. After that, Fernando had vanished, and Eddy never got the chance to question him.
“Where is he?”
“Professor Reese owns a villa nearby.”
“Let’s go. Now!” Eddy felt a surge of conviction–his wife must be close.
Meanwhile, Blanche returned with Mr. Jordan. As soon as they stepped into the meeting room, they found Rebekah slumped in a chair, bored out of her mind.
“Rebekah?” Blanche called.
“Sis! There you are–I’ve been looking everywhere!” Rebekah’s face lit up. “What are you doing here?”
“She’s helping me with some surveys,” Mr. Jordan explained.
“Oh, I see,” Rebekah said with a sigh of relief.
“Sis, I went by the hotel and missed you. Mom wanted me to bring you this gift–it’s something you left behind in your rush last night.” She opened the wooden box and pulled out a diamond bracelet, sliding it onto Blanche’s wrist.
“Isn’t that the McCarthy family heirloom? Once it’s on, it never comes off,” Mr. Jordan remarked.
“That’s right!” Rebekah grinned. “Sis, why don’t you come home with me after work? Mom wants to talk about the wedding–do you want a traditional ceremony, or something modern?”
Director–General must not have had a chance to explain anything to the family after last night’s events.
“Why not ask your brother-”
“If we wait for him, we’ll never get an answer. Come on, just come home with me for a bit? Mom and Dad want to know where you two will live after the wedding, too.” Rebekah clung to Blanche’s arm, her tone sweet and insistent. “And then there’s the matter of the dowry…”
“I’ll call your brother first.”
A dowry, too? This is starting to feel like a real marriage.
