Joan looked at the crowd and said, "We just found out about Olivia's sleepover at Mr.Weston's room
last night.Please give us some time.We'll talk to you when we know the truth.”
With that, Joan got into the car.
Soon, the car flowed into the traffic.
The reporter took a few steps and aimed the microphone at himself.
He asked the photographer to put the camera on his face.
Then he looked at the camera and said, "Melody didn't give us an answer about the ex-wife staying at
her flancé's hotel last night, but it can be seen from Melody's face that she was in a bad mood"
"Obviously, Olivia did get involved in their relationship.”
Frank snapped off the TV and angrily threw the remote control on the coffee table.He took his phone
and called Olivia.
These reporters kept saying that Olivia had interfered in the relationship between Everett and Melody.
What evidence did they have? Just a video? Besides, were they all blind? Didn't they see her pale look
in the video? Would she go interfering in someone's relationship looking like that? All of them would go
so low for the headlines! "Sorry, the number you dialed is turned off."
Frank immediately felt his head aching.
"Olivia, let me know what's going on with you."
"I'm really worried about you!"
At this moment, not only Frank was worried, but Preston was also worried.
He watched the video.
It was obvious that Olivia went to see Everett for some business.
And it was emergency.
He didn't know exactly what had happened, but something must have happened between them last
night.
He was worried.
Preston took the phone and called Olivia.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is turned off..."
Her phone was off.
He frowned and called another person.
"Mr.Smith"
"Mr.Miller, can I trouble you for one thing?"
"What is it? Name it."
"Please go to Olivia's hotel to look for her.I have something urgent to talk to her, but I can't reach
her.Call me back as soon as you find her."
"Sure.”
"Sorry to trouble you."
"It's okay.I'll go now."
"Okay"
Preston hung up the phone and clicked on the comments under the latest report.
"That woman has been unclear with her ex-husband, and she's dating his nephew at the same
time.She's not a good person at all!"
"With a innocent face, she has been acting quite the opposite.She really fits being called a prude and a
slut."
"This woman is so capable.She's surrounded by good men.My God, how did she pull that off!"
"What else could she do? Except anything she could do in bed..."
Seeing this comment, Preston closed the page.
At this moment, his face was already solemn.
This time, it was clearly not right.
What happened during his absence? Or Everett, what did you do? Spencer's call came quickly, and
Preston answered, "How is it?"
"Miss Hadley checked out two days ago.’
"Checked out?"
Preston clenched his phone.
Why did she check out in Q City? And she hadn't return to Paris yet.Where was she now?
"Yes, I asked the front desk.She checked out two days ago."
"When?"
"It was at night and she was saw being very anxious."
Anxious, then something must have come up.
"Okay, thank you, Mr.Miller.I'll treat you to dinner when I see you next time."
"You're welcome, Mr.Smith."
Preston hung up the phone and looked at the computer screen.
Soon, he thought of something and clicked on the video. The video included Olivia getting out of the
car to her getting to the hotel.
Not long after, he saw the name of the hotel.
Airr Hotel.
Preston typed these words into the search box.
Soon, the hotel name came out and the address followed.
C City.
Olivia was in C City.
Everett was also in C City.
What were they doing there? Preston frowned.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
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