The Innocent Wife of Scheming President novel Chapter 87

Here, the "she" naturally referred to Ophelia.

Mr. Geve seemed to understand women very much, "The women are actually very narrow-minded. In their hearts, they will only fall in love with only one man. At the same time, they will hope that this man only love them. So, Mr. Hoyle, I'm sorry. Whether Olive is the person you're looking for or not, I can't make a decision for her unless she leaves my hotel voluntarily. Of course, you can buy the hotel in the same way, but I think you will get the opposite result."

Alan naturally understood what he said, so he felt extremely annoyed. He could easily control tens of thousands of employees in his group, but this woman was out of his control.

Saying goodbye to Mr. Geve, Alan drove aimlessly in the street.

On the street where the lantern had been on, a cold drizzle began to fall and the windshield in front of the car was wet.

He wondered what she was doing at this time. Maybe she was huddling in a warm place. She was afraid of cold. In the winter of that year, she liked to huddle in his arms to warm herself.

He laughed at her. "Your are a girl and you should be reserved. Don't try to take advantage of me."

In fact, in his inner heart, he was very happy. He enjoyed the feeling of being depended on by her, as if he was holding the most heartfelt little sweet.

At that time, she was so bold and open-minded. He couldn't see her expression, but he could imagine her energetic and lovely image. "Yes, I'll take advantage of you. What can you do, how can you do?"

Because he was invisible, she bullied him, scratch his itchy spot, and they giggled together. He tried to kiss her until she was breathless. Then she stayed in his arms quietly, like a bird.

She was a natural goblin, and could easily make him have that impulse, even when he was missing her.

Alan hit the center of the steering wheel with a punch. The green veins burst out and the sudden whistle alarmed the passers-by nearby.

Olive, did you think that I couldn't find the evidence to make you admit the fact as long as you hid your energetic character?

Soon, I would make you show yourself in your true colors.

When returning to the hotel, Dave had been waiting in the lobby. Seeing him, he immediately got up from the sofa and greeted him, "Mr. Hoyle..."

Alan gave him a signal and stopped him. "Go back to the room and then talk about it."

Dave followed Alan into the room and watched him throw his car keys on the table, sit down in the sofa, which seemed that he was very tired. He did not know how to speak out, for fear that he would be disappointed.

"What's the result?" Alan asked.

"Not very good." Dave looked at his face carefully.

Alan suddenly tightened his fingers. "What do you mean?"

Wasn't it her? He dared not think about it, and was a little disappointed.

"Both the landlord and Dr. David had been found, but..." There was a slight pause in Dave's words.

Alan immediately said, "But what?"

Dave was accustomed to Alan's calmness and silence, who wouldn't be anxious but calm down even if the competition in their business circle was so fierce.

It was the first time that he saw an anxious expression on his face. But he felt that in this way, he seemed to be a normal man. Before, he was always unpredictable, even Dave, an assistant who had been working with him for many years, often could not guess what he was thinking. But this didn't prevent him from respecting and following this man.

"Dr. David died of cancer a year ago, and the landlord is suffering from Alzheimer's disease who can't even recognize her son. So it is impossible for her to recognize the girl at that time." Dave answered.

"What about the landlord's family?" There must be someone who has ever seen her. They had lived there for a year. There must be someone who had had an impression on them.

"The landlord is a widowed old lady who brings up a son by herself and no one else in the family. At that time, her son studied in the United States and never came back, so he knew nothing about the situation in that year. The landlady was treated in the United States two years ago and the house was sold to another local resident. There are many tenants coming and going there. Most of them are students and the longest one living there worked nearby, but he just lived there no more than four years. I also visited some of the residents around. Some of them remember a blind man and a young girl who lived there, but because they hardly ever had any contact with each other, they can't remember what they looked like. I showed the pictures to them, but they can't be sure whether the young girl was Olive or not."

Maybe this was what others said that good things are a long time in coming

Alan could not speak out his feeling. It seemed that his original happiness suddenly hung in the air.

Suddenly Dave could not bear to look at the disappointment on his face. "Mr. Hoyle, although no one can be sure that the girl at that time is Olive, at least, no one denies it. And, according to the age they described, it's no different from Olive."

Alan put his elbows on the armrest of the sofa and rubbed his frowned eyebrows. He did not answer, and he knew that Dave was just comforting him.