As it turns out, Orlando Evans was quite the tragic figure.
"Investigate, investigate... Investigate what?! Stop bringing it up. If you actually get investigated one day, just be prepared to spend the rest of your life in prison," Rylee Evans glared at his wife, clearly displeased.
Mrs. Evans immediately fell silent, as chill as a cicada in winter.
After pondering for a long while, Rylee Evans finally suppressed his irritation. He soothed Orlando in a gentle voice, and then the three of them spent the dark night conspiring their dirty schemes, preparing to strike at Adele Horne.
「The next day.」
「Switzerland.」
Early in the morning, Julia Bluen got up and sat on the bed with her laptop. She worked quietly, organizing photos stored on the computer—pictures taken since the start of her honeymoon with Glades Horne.
Next to her, it seemed Glades had not yet awakened.
Seeing his eyes closed, Julia assumed he was still asleep.
