The day after the rooftop news broke, it exploded in popularity.
All of Julia Lawrence’s background was almost completely dug up, including her being an orphan, which welfare institution she was from, who her adoptive parents were... everything was exposed to the public.
And the fact that she once worked at Gem naturally didn’t escape the eyes of the netizens.
Fortunately, the police quickly concluded the case, classifying it as a suicide.
"... If the police have classified it as suicide, then it’s much easier to handle," Yara Reagan said, pinching the bridge of her nose during the Monday meeting.
Evelyn Clayton glanced at her phone; there was still no news from Summer Monroe.
After meeting last night, she was basically sure that the matter had little to do with Summer Monroe.
"A suicide also needs a conclusion." Evelyn Clayton looked at her watch, "Let’s adjourn. The company will be closed today from 1 PM to 2 PM tomorrow for a break. After that, working hours will change to 2 PM to 10 PM, with cab fares reimbursed for those leaving after 10 PM."
The police tape at the base of Gem’s building had been removed, but there were still quite a few curious onlookers "coming out of curiosity," making commuting glaringly obvious.
It was wise to stagger the peak hours.
The day off was just enough for Evelyn Clayton to await the results from Summer Monroe.
Summer Monroe might not be able to find the person for her within a day, but at the very least, she needed to see an attitude and a result.
In the afternoon, when the break started, James Grant arrived at Gem.
He went straight into the office, immediately hugging and kissing her passionately as he entered.
"Is everything okay?" James Grant gazed down at her in his arms, gently stroking her cheek and lips, "I’m sorry about Julia Lawrence."
Evelyn Clayton raised an eyebrow slightly, "What are you apologizing for?" The source of thɪs content is novel~fire~net
James Grant sighed slightly, "I had someone following Julia Lawrence, hoping to find evidence of Soren Foster and Summer Monroe colluding to harm you behind the scenes. I didn’t expect that Julia Lawrence would die . I didn’t handle this well."
Evelyn Clayton’s gaze froze slightly, "Why didn’t you tell me earlier?"
"I wanted to save you some worry," James Grant pinched Evelyn Clayton’s cheek, "You’ve lost a lot of weight."
Evelyn Clayton showed fatigue, "Didn’t you notice anything else unusual while you had someone tailing her?"
James Grant frowned slightly, candidly relaying the news Quentin Hale had mentioned to Evelyn Clayton.
"Later, I sent someone to find Soren Foster’s whereabouts, and so far there’s no news," James Grant said, suddenly suggesting, "Why not take a trip to the welfare home?"
Hearing this, Evelyn Clayton’s eyes lit up.
"That’s a good idea." Evelyn Clayton hurriedly opened her phone, "Which welfare home did you just say Julia Lawrence was from?"
James Grant replied, "Ardendale Welfare Home, in the Ardendale District."
Evelyn Clayton was getting a bit impatient, "You should go back first; I’ll make a trip to Ardendale."
James Grant couldn’t help smiling, "I can accompany you over. Why should I go back first?"
Evelyn Clayton paused her actions, pondered for a moment, and slowly said, "Aren’t you returning to the office this afternoon?"
"The company is a minor issue." James Grant slightly curved his lips, looking serious, "You’re more important."
Seeing that James Grant was determined not to leave, Evelyn Clayton didn’t refuse further.
The two left Gem early, got into the car, and headed to Ardendale Welfare Home.
"The Ardendale District is far from the city center, and less than ten kilometers to the east is the development zone. Before long, it might also face demolition... We’ve arrived."