Beyond The Divorce - Season 7 Episode 96

I smiled and nodded at Annika, saying gently, “Thank you for the excellent work.”

She looked up at me gratefully and nodded politely. “Take care, Miss.”

I smiled warmly and walked away. I didn’t bother looking back at the pair of them.

Someone suddenly called out to me as I headed downstairs to leave Arkadia Plaza. “Miss, please wait.”

I turned around to see the man who had been with Vicky. He was walking toward me with a bag in his hand. I raised an eyebrow as I asked, “You called me?”

“Yes, Miss. I apologize for what happened today.” He smiled, but there was a mysterious glint in his eyes. He handed me the bag, saying, “This dress was originally something you liked. A gentleman does not take away what someone loves. Take this as my apology to you.”

I was a bit surprised. A gentleman?

That was unlikely.

“Thank you, but I’m sorry. I’ve lost interest in this dress. Besides, I don’t have a habit of accepting things from strangers,” I said straightforwardly. “I don’t know you.”

He extended his hand and insisted, “I don’t mean anything by it. Vicky was being impulsive just now and offended you. I sincerely want to apologize. Please accept this, Miss.”

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I remained unmoved and looked at him coldly. “I’ll accept your apology, but you can keep the gift. We’re not acquainted.”

“We can get acquainted after meeting a few more times. Foswood isn’t that big of a place,” he said daringly. “May I know your name?”

I looked at him disdainfully. “I’m sorry, sir. If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave.”

I didn’t bother to continue awkwardly talking to him and went down the escalator indifferently.

That man was being generous. The dress he gave me must have been very expensive. Arkadia Plaza was a luxury shopping mall, and the women’s clothing section on the fourth floor featured globally renowned brands. I had casually glanced at the price tag of that dress, and it was astonishingly high. I could afford it, but the cost would pinch.

That man was extravagant, he wanted to give something worth tens of thousands of dollars to a stranger. Did he think I was a shallow woman?

What a joke.

I remembered Vicky calling him Melvern. Could he be Melvern Sunny?

It couldn’t be a coincidence.

Was he the mastermind behind Liora?

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My mind raced. Was he back in Foswood? He should be with Liora. What role did Vicky play in all of this?

This was interesting.

If Melvern had returned to Foswood, there had to be a connection with Liora. He must have come back for a reason. I couldn’t believe he would casualty invest large sums of money in Liora. There had to be a motive behind it.

Lost in thought, I absentmindedly called Grayson.

“Chloe.”

“Do you have pictures of Melvern Sunny?” asked Grayson. “I want to confirm something about him, And help me check his details and send me a comprehensive report.” en.swhovels.net

“Sure.” Grayson’s response was prompt, and I could tell he already had what I needed.

Before I reached the car, I received a file on my phone. I quickly found my car, got in, and told the driver, “Head to the company.”

I eagerly unlocked my phone. Grayson had sent me the information.

When I opened the file, the first thing that greeted me was Melvern’s

picture I raised an eyebrow ar ne?

at his face-it was the man

from earlier.