Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 17

"Don't talk nonsense, how is that possible? Christopher and I argue every time we meet. How could he be interested in me?" If it weren't for the phone call.

I would have covered Paula's mouth to stop her from making such a bold guess.

"Alright, as long as you're happy. Bad men are annoying. After we deal with Lawrence, you can have any handsome man you want."

Paula stopped teasing me and instead painted a picture of the future for me.

I smiled, feeling much more relaxed. "Although Christopher and I argue, I am still very grateful to him. If it weren't for him a few days ago, I might have been truly desperate. He also took good care of me and considered my difficulties, preparing $3,000 in cash for me.

He might have done it because of my parents, but I can't forget his kindness.

I can't transfer the money directly to Christopher right now, so I'll need your help to return the money to him."

"No problem, leave it to me. By the way, I heard that Christopher has several valuable research patents and later started his own company. In just a few years, his company has developed very well.

I also heard that Christopher made a lot of money in financial investments, even though he did it across different fields. He's amazing, a genius who succeeds in everything he does.

Someone like him, tall, handsome, and good at making money, and you've known him since you were young. If there's a chance, really, consider it!"

Paula had moved past the topic of them being together, but as she talked about Christopher's merits, she couldn't help but bring it up again.

I remained silent.

"Let's not talk about him. I can't make any large expenditures right now to avoid arousing Lawrence's suspicion. I'll need your help with the private investigator's fees too. Once this is over, I'll make sure you get your share." When talking to Paula, even about money, we were straightforward and had no mental burden.

Paula didn't mind at all and laughed, "Don't worry, you don't need to worry about these things. Besides, I'll get a good share from this case. And when you become a rich divorcee, your good friend here will enjoy the benefits too."

"Ms. Turner!"

While I was on the phone with Paula, a man's voice suddenly came from behind me.

I turned around to see a man dressed as a sanitation worker, holding a large black garbage bag. His hair was a bit long, covering his forehead, making his face look very ordinary, blending into the crowd.

But because I was close, I could vaguely see that his face had been altered with makeup.

"Vance?"

I called out uncertainly.

He nodded, confirming my guess.

Vance was indeed professional. Investigating in such a disguise, no one would give him a second glance.

Looking closely at Vance's features, I could tell he had a high nose bridge and well-proportioned features. I guessed that if he washed his face, he would be quite handsome.

"It's me!" Vance nodded.

I then led him inside to discuss matters.

Inside the room, one wall was filled with various ancient books and classics.

Vance marveled at the sight but wasn't much of a book lover. Instead, his gaze fell on a painting at the corner of the second floor, his eyes flashing with shock. He asked me uncertainly, "Is that 'Wheatfield with Crows'?"

I nodded, Kyle had acquired it by chance.

It was very valuable, and its whereabouts were unknown to the outside world.

Lawrence, although he did well in school, focused all his efforts on studying and scheming for personal gain, so he couldn't appreciate these things.

He had visited the Turner Villa before, but seeing the painting casually hung at the corner of the second-floor stairs, he thought it was worthless, especially since there was a child's doodle next to it.

That was my drawing.

Kyle had proudly introduced my drawing to Lawrence, seeing it as a treasure because he loved me.

As a result, Lawrence didn't recognize its value.

Later, to take over the Turner Group quickly, Lawrence found this place too far from the company. Feeling sorry for him, I suggested buying a large flat near the company.

In hindsight, things that didn't belong to Lawrence were not meant for him.

It was my luck, as this place held many memories of my parents and me.

Vance quickly withdrew his surprised gaze and took out the investigation evidence from the garbage bag.

It was Lawrence's call records, listed in chronological order, showing the duration of each call.

One number was particularly frequent, with the times marked.

They contacted each other almost daily.

"This number starting with 135 is the one your husband Lawrence contacts most frequently. So I focused on investigating the owner of this number, a woman named Clara. Let me show you her photo and some pictures of her with Lawrence."

Vance opened his phone's photo album and showed me.

"Is this Clara? My husband's mistress, are you sure?"

I felt a chill down my spine, and a suspicion arose.

Vance was surprised, "Ms. Turner, rest assured, the information I give you is verified before handing it over.

Do you know this Clara?"

Paula had said Vance was reliable, a conclusion from their cooperation. I trusted Paula, so naturally, I trusted her recommendation.

I shook my head, "I'm not doubting you, just shocked. I don't really know Clara, but we had a brief encounter, and she almost killed me."

"What happened?" Vance was also surprised, "Why don't you tell me more, Ms. Turner?"

Although Vance's expression was serious, I could see his curiosity.

Since we needed to continue our cooperation, information exchange was necessary.

I recounted my first encounter with Clara.

"That day, Lawrence had promised to take me to the hospital but had something come up. I had already scheduled a doctor's appointment for a 4D ultrasound and other screenings, so I understood and let him go to the company. I was over five months pregnant, and thinking my belly wasn't too big, I drove myself to the hospital.

At the intersection of Gaolin Road, while waiting for the green light, a car lost control and crashed into the passenger side of my car.

If I hadn't felt uneasy and reacted quickly, steering the car away, the car would have hit the driver's side directly, and I might have died with my unborn child. The driver of that car was Clara."

Even now, thinking about the accident, I still felt a lingering fear.

"The reason I think she almost killed me is that after the accident, she got out of the car and talked to me, asking various questions, which delayed a lot of time."