The young private investigator brought over a thick stack of photos.
“Miss, this man forgets he’s someone else’s dog the moment he smells a bit of meat. I can’t believe you still want him.”
Icasually flipped through the photos, then leaned against the sofa armrest with my chin propped on one hand.
I looked at him with a smile, “You seem to have a big issue with him?”
The young investigator pretended to be nonchalant as he adjusted his gold–rimmed glasses, then calmly replied: “No, I just have an objective, fair confusion.”
Seeing him speak so seriously while spouting nonsense, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
When I first contacted this guy four years ago, I discovered he was quite talented and “recruited” him.
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When I first contacted this guy four years ago, I discovered he was quite talented and “recruited” him.
I didn’t expect his interesting personality to be hidden so deeply!
As I had anticipated, Zack and Mia’s entanglement grew deeper and deeper.
They even ended up in bed together.
That night, I brought Mr. Wilson to the hotel where they were staying.
There were rustling sounds of dressing coming from the bathroom. On the large hotel bed was only Zack, hurriedly pulling on his pants.
Tsk, he’d been hanging out with Mia so much lately, often not coming home at night. After just a few months apart, his face looked so haggard it was hard to look at.
“Slap!”
A familiar slapping sound.
“Thud!”
The familiar sound of a body hitting the floor.
“Isn’t Olivia good enough for you? You’re about to get married and you’re out here fooling around!”
“Dad, I…”
Zack tried to make excuses, but he didn’t get the chance.
“Slap!”
Another slap.
Mr. Wilson looked terrifying when he was angry, like he might pick up a chair and smash someone at any moment.
I stood to the side, silently crying, as if I had been struck speechless by this huge shock.
Mia finally finished dressing in the bathroom and rushed out crying, throwing herself onto Zack.
“Uncle! Don’t hit him! He’s your son! Why do you only care about Olivia and not Zack?!”
This really struck a nerve with Mr. Wilson.
He actually did pick up a chair. I wanted to stop him but was too slow.
I was quite frightened by Mr. Wilson and quickly had people take the two bleeding “bros” to the hospital.
In the chaotic hotel room, only the two of us were left. I tried hard to control my slightly trembling body.
Mr. Wilson took out a glasses cloth and elegantly cleaned his glasses.
After putting them on, he took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands.
“Don’t be scared, Olivia. Uncle isn’t usually this fierce at all.”
“Mm.”
My tears were still flowing, mixed with some genuine emotion.
According to the original plan, I gathered my courage and said to Mr. Wilson: “Uncle Wilson, I, I think the wedding with Zack should be called off…”
