Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 46

Lawrence felt relieved and left after hearing me explain to Paula how the child died.

However, I didn't immediately respond to Paula's words.

Instead, I took out my phone and typed: "Can you check if there are any cameras or recording devices in the room?"

Paula had professional means to check, and after confirming there were none, she finally spoke.

"I was suffocating! Us meeting and talking like this feels like a spy movie. Even undercover agents don't have to be this cautious."

Paula couldn't help but sigh, "I really want to secretly study the law to see if there's a way to get Lawrence killed!"

"Don't be impulsive. Compared to that, I prefer to expose all his schemes openly and send him to jail," I quickly stopped Paula from having such a terrible thought.

"This way, Lawrence will know that I'm not like him. He's like a rat in the gutter, always hiding. This is also what Mr. Cook, whom you introduced, reminded me of—everything must be based on evidence. Speaking of which, Mr. Cook is really impressive. He has a sharp eye for problems and helped me clarify things with just a few words.

Paula, you're amazing. How do you have such a wide network? But I'm curious, as a divorce lawyer, how did you come to know Mr. Cook?"

I was purely curious.

I didn't notice Paula's slightly unnatural expression. She said somewhat perfunctorily, "A chance encounter at work."

Then she changed the subject and asked about my evidence, "You keep talking about gathering evidence. How much more do you need? This can't be delayed for too long. I'm worried things might change, after all, Lawrence isn't stupid. He's also cautious, otherwise, he wouldn't have eavesdropped on our conversation just now.

If we make a mistake, either the plan fails, or Lawrence gets desperate. I'm worried you might be in danger then."

My eyes dimmed slightly. I knew that, but there was no other way now. Besides hurrying, I had to adapt to the situation.

As long as Lawrence hasn't noticed anything, I still have time.

"Alright, as long as you understand! But Melinda, I must remind you, nothing is more important than your life. To me, you will always be the most important. Whatever you do in the future, don't act alone. Either let Vance go with you or tell me, and I'll accompany you, okay?"

Paula hugged me and patted my back, reminding me earnestly.

I was moved to tears by Paula's words and hugged her back, "I know, I won't be that foolish. Didn't I say that Christopher has made me see things clearly? I always remind myself of my dad's words and won't act impulsively anymore."

Only then did Paula feel relieved.

Lawrence had left for a while and hadn't come upstairs yet. I guessed it might have something to do with Clara.

So I messaged Vance to inquire.

As I suspected, after Lawrence went downstairs, he went straight to his car where his mistress Clara was waiting for him.

Vance said, "Lawrence and Clara didn't say anything useful. As soon as they met, they started kissing passionately. But after a while, they put their clothes back on, and Clara seemed a bit unhappy when she left."

When I showed this message to Paula, she couldn't hold back her laughter.

"Hahaha, Lawrence must have erectile dysfunction. Clara wasn't just unhappy; she was probably sexually frustrated." Paula laughed so hard she was bending over.

I couldn't help but smirk sarcastically, not as exaggerated as Paula, afraid she might laugh too hard and feel uncomfortable. I patted her back, "You can be happy about this in front of me, but if others find out, they'll ask how you know so much."

Paula's expression stiffened slightly, then she waved her hand, "I've handled so many divorce cases and seen countless mistresses. It's nothing strange."

We chatted a bit more casually, and I asked Paula about her work.

Estimating the time, Lawrence came back with the food, and Paula left.

In the following days, Paula visited me whenever she had time, so Lawrence didn't have much time alone with me.

On the day I was discharged, Paula came to pick me up personally.

Because Lawrence was held up by a project, he apologized to me, even saying the project wasn't as important as me and insisted on picking me up.

I knew his hypocrisy well. He was just using a retreat to advance.

To be honest, I didn't want to spend much time with Lawrence now.

Paula came to pick me up personally.

She was wearing her work clothes today, a sleek pencil skirt. With her already sexy figure and her somewhat glamorous face, she was radiant.

Wherever she went, she attracted attention, regardless of gender.

Admiring beauty is a common trait among both men and women.

I was observing people's reactions to Paula when my expression suddenly froze, looking at a certain spot in disbelief.

"Melinda, what's wrong? Did you see Lawrence and Clara cheating again?" Paula's first reaction was this when she saw my expression.

I shook my head, "No, I think I just saw Christopher."

"Christopher? That can't be. Maybe you're still not fully recovered and seeing things. Should I take you back to the hospital for a check-up?"

Paula looked worried.

I couldn't help but laugh and flicked Paula's forehead, "Don't tease me. I'm fine! Christopher's aura and appearance are unique. I couldn't have mistaken him."

In the past, I might have doubted myself, but after meeting Christopher a few times, his image was deeply etched in my mind. I wouldn't mistake him, even if it was just a silhouette.

Paula frowned slightly, "I just find it a bit illogical, so I doubted your words. With Christopher's achievements, he probably has a private doctor or a fixed private hospital. He shouldn't be here. You also mentioned he has a villa near the Turner Villa and another one, indicating he's well-off.

And didn't I tell you? Whether it's financial investments or patent companies, he doesn't need to come all the way here for treatment."

I shook my head, "I don't know what's going on. Maybe he's visiting a friend."

Hearing this, Paula's eyes suddenly fixed on me.

She stared at me, making me feel puzzled, "What? Is there something on my face?"

Paula suddenly laughed, "Visiting a friend isn't impossible, like you! Speaking of which, I just remembered something from the past, related to you."

"What is it?" Seeing Paula's meaningful expression, I felt a bit strange.

"Before I tell you, let me ask, did you know Christopher back in middle school?" Paula looked at me curiously.