Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 323

Just a minute before Christopher called back.

Quinlan's sharp eyes lit up as she stared out the car window at something.

I followed her gaze and saw a particularly striking man.

"Are you falling for that guy at first sight?" I teased. Could it be that Quinlan liked this type?

He was indeed handsome, but looks alone didn't mean much.

Quinlan seemed surprised by my question and looked at me.

"Melinda, you didn't recognize him? That's Idris, a celebrity. But why is he shopping alone here? If people recognize him, it could cause a traffic jam."

Idris? I had no idea who he was.

I didn't follow the entertainment world much, so I really didn't know.

Maybe it was because I was older now. Ten years ago, I had a favorite celebrity.

Even though I didn't follow stars anymore, I understood Quinlan's excitement, so I encouraged her to go meet her idol up close.

"If you want to go see him, go ahead!" I said with a smile.

"But Mr. Collins hasn't called back yet, and you'll be alone..." Quinlan hesitated.

Her hesitation meant she wanted to go. Otherwise, she would have firmly said no.

"I'll be fine alone in the car. I was young once too, and I understand how you feel. Go ahead, don't let your youth be filled with regrets. What does he act in?"

I didn't follow stars, but I occasionally watched TV shows. If the show was good and the acting was great, I might have seen it.

"He's very inspiring, and his acting is excellent. He played the lead in 'Whispers of Solitude.' It was so emotional; I felt every joy and sorrow with him."

Acting should make the audience empathize, requiring seamless performance and full immersion in the role.

When Quinlan mentioned the show's name, I realized who he was.

I hadn't recognized him at first.

"He became famous because of that show, and soon after, news broke that he was in a relationship. But it turned out he likes men, which broke many fans' hearts, especially since most of them are women. Maybe he's here to meet his 'boyfriend'?" Quinlan's eyes were practically glued to Idris.

"Have you been following his news lately? Go on, don't miss this chance!" I urged her.

Quinlan didn't want to miss the opportunity, so she quickly got out of the car.

After she left, I rolled up the window.

Soon after, Christopher called.

"I've arranged everything. I'll send you the contact info. Just hand over the documents." Christopher must have been coordinating this.

Christopher was always reliable, which was reassuring.

"Okay!" I replied immediately.

After hanging up, Christopher's message with the contact info arrived.

I realized I still relied on Christopher a lot.

He was so dependable that whenever I had doubts or issues, I turned to him, and he always solved them, almost like he was omnipotent.

I called the contact.

Soon, the person came out of the police station.

I hurriedly grabbed the documents and got out of the car.

His name was Harold Rogers.

I handed him the documents and explained the situation.

Harold nodded, "You did the right thing contacting Christopher. This blood type is very rare. Twenty years ago, someone was drained of blood, but the culprit was never caught."

Twenty years ago.

My heart skipped a beat.

Because Marlowe left the orphanage with her brother twenty years ago.

Could the person drained of blood be Marlowe's younger brother?

"Where did it happen?" I asked urgently, my grip tightening.

"Blossom Creek District. I remember because I was stationed there at the time. But I can't reveal too many details."

As a police officer, he had to maintain confidentiality.

"I'll notify you once we find the truth," Harold said, taking the documents.

"Thank you, Harold."

"Just doing my job!" Harold replied and left.

I walked back to my car.

The sky was dim, and the streetlights were faint, making the roadside unclear.

A figure was leaning against my car, making my heart race.

Anyone would be scared in this situation.

Having been kidnapped before, I was even more frightened.

I reached for the pepper spray in my bag, ready to use it.

Just as I was about to aim it at the shadow, the shadow spoke, "Melinda!"

Christopher's familiar voice came through.

He stepped out of the darkness, and as we got closer, his strikingly handsome face became clear.

"Mr. Collins, what are you doing here?" I asked, relieved but curious.

Christopher walked to the passenger side of my car and explained, "Just a coincidence!"

Christopher, really?

Such a poor excuse, yet he said it with a straight face.

How could it be a coincidence that he was near the police station?

And without a car, did he take a cab?

Christopher didn't plan to explain further, treating me like a fool, already seated in the passenger seat with his seatbelt on, waiting for me to drive.

I found this side of him somewhat cute.

I used to be so oblivious.

Christopher's "coincidences" weren't new, yet I foolishly believed them.

I got into the driver's seat and started talking about what had just happened.

"I've handed the documents to Harold and explained the situation."

"Then we'll wait for his results. Harold is very skilled; I'm sure we'll find out soon," Christopher reassured me.

I couldn't help but praise Harold, "He asked very professional and precise questions."

"Mr. Collins, you seem to know him well. It's surprising to see you dealing with a police officer," I remarked.

Christopher paused, then smiled. "You've learned to be sarcastic. Just say what you want to say."

He clearly saw through me.

I thought, 'Since you know what I'm thinking, why don't you just say it?'

Christopher seemed to read my mind and continued, "He investigated Marlowe's case back then."