Let's Divorce, Ex-Husband!

Chapter 112

Regardless of his family circumstances, only the building materials company under his name had done a lot. Since Trixie joined the company, the company's net profit should be quite large.

Trixie doubted Erin Matthew would greet her.

But this idea had been completely broken today.

Whether it's the perfume on Daryl's clothes or the kiss marks on his body, Trixie couldn't bear it.

Apart from Erin Matthew, Trixie really couldn't think of anyone who will use orange perfume and leave the aroma on Daryl.

Trixie turned around and saw Daryl was already asleep.

Trixie sighed, raised her hand to turn off the bedside lamp, lay down sideways, looked at Daryl's sleeping face, and closed her eyes.

If anything happens, let's talk about it tomorrow.

Early the next morning, Rick Wilson called Daryl directly and decided to do as he said.

Trixie, who was still sleeping in a daze, was pulled up by Daryl, she bathed, wore casual clothes, and followed him to the Public Security Bureau.

After briefly stating the incident to the police, the police made a case. After everything was ready, they waited for news from Rick Wilson.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Rick Wilson took 50,000 cash and put it into a school bag according to Daryl's words, and then stood by the trash can on the street waiting for Mike Andrews.

After about two minutes, a man with a tight package appeared, said two words to Rick Wilson, and then quarreled with him.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the police waited for an opportunity and grabbed the man directly.

They pulled down his mask, although it looked sloppy, Trixie still knew that the person was Daryl's high school classmate, Mike Andrews.

After that, Daryl asked Rick and Jessa to explain to the police.

There seemed to be something wrong with the company. Eddison Miller had been calling him to urge him to go back.

When he asked Trixie if she wanted to take her home first, Trixie shook her head and said that she would go to a nearby shopping mall.

Daryl didn't say much either. He gave Trixie a card and left.

Trixie went to a nearby shopping mall for a stroll, but she didn't have the heart to look at clothes. She was always thinking about Jessa.

Looking at the time, it has been an hour, and even taking notes should have been done.

Trixie called in the past, and Jessa complained to her with a wailing voice.

"I’m pissed off! You don't know how hateful this person is! He used the club's gimmicks to lure couples to join and arranged exchange parties, but the main purpose was to make small videos, threatening people and asking them for money when they retired in the future!"

"How about now? Has the video been deleted?"

"It was deleted, the hard disk storing the video was also destroyed. The man with the surname Deng said that he did not leave a backup, and the police went to the place where he lived to search, but they did not find any."

"Can the money he stole before be recovered?"

"Can you recover from a fart?" Jessa spat. "He got a lot of cards and savings books. All the capital flows are not clear and cannot be found at all."

Speaking of this, Jessa's tone sounded a little schadenfreude, without the slouch of last night.

Trixie smiled and said in her words, "Even if it is recovered, the person who was cheated before can't find it."

Two people talked with each other. Trixie found a rest area in the shopping mall and ordered a cup of coffee.

Just then, Jessa Huggins suddenly mentioned, "By the way, sister, the woman with Mike Andrews has never been found."

Speaking of this, Trixie immediately became nervous. "How do you say?"

"Mike Andrews said the woman's residence address, but the address has been demolished and built into a People's Park. And I estimate that the woman should already know that Mike was arrested because the phone number that Mike has been contacting her can't get through."

Trixie frowned. "Can't get through?"

"Yes." As soon as the conversation was finished, Jessa suddenly heard a busy tone, followed by her cramped tone. "Sister, I need you to come over here. I'll tell you in detail when I get back!"

Before Trixie could respond, she had already hung up.

Looking at the mobile phone, Trixie breathed a sigh of relief.

She took a sip of the coffee that had been delivered, and then she fiddled with her mobile phone.

After listening to Jessa, it seemed that Erin did not threaten her with Little John.

Trixie knew that Erin's courage was not big at all. When she had a backer, she might yell at the following employees. Without a backer, she would be herself as a small staff.

But if it weren't Erin Matthew, who would it be?

Suddenly, her cell phone rang and Trixie glanced at it. It was a strange number.

She hesitated for a moment, but she was still connected.

She asked, "Hello?"

"Hello." A strange young man's voice came from the other side of the phone. "Are you Mrs. Albert? I am Oliver Finley."

The man's name made Trixie mention God instantly, and her hand couldn't help clenching the coffee cup.

"What can I do for you?"

"Well, Dr. Roberts contacted me and said that you were checking Allison Baker recently. I was married to her before. Maybe what I know will be of some use to you."

Oliver Finley generously expressed his purpose, which made Trixie unable to respond at that time.

"Then you..."

"Do you have time now? If you have time, you can choose a place and we can talk."

Such a polite attitude made Trixie unable to refuse. More importantly, she wanted to know about Allison Baker.

Although the club has been a hoax, the previous contact between Mike Andrews and Daryl still made Trixie skeptical.

Trixie didn't want to miss any chance to find Daryl.

Trixie told Oliver his position, and then ordered an extra glass of ice Americano waiting for him to come.

After about twenty minutes, a handsome man in casual clothes came towards her from a distance.

He stopped in front of Trixie, smiled and asked, "Hello, is this Mrs. Albert?"

Trixie paused, she realized that the person in front of him was Oliver Finley, and nodded hurriedly. "Sit down."

Looking at the ice Americano style on the table, Oliver Finley smiled. "I didn't expect Mrs. Albert to like to drink ice Americano style."

"Do you like it too?"

"No, Allison Baker likes it. I asked her before, and she said that ice Americano is the most bitter."

Looking at the helplessness of Oliver's fundus, Trixie frowned slightly and always felt that there was something in his words.

"Listening to what you say, you like Allison Baker very much, and even remember her preferences clearly."

"Remembering her again clearly can bring me what? She doesn't even have me in her heart, and it's useless."

Oliver Finley sighed lightly, picked up the coffee and, took a sip, frowning bitterly.

Trixie saw that he couldn't drink, so he called the waiter and asked for a cappuccino.

Then she looked at Oliver and said, "Can you tell me something about you and Allison Baker?"