In the darkness, Eleanor Sterling’s eyes shone bright like stars, sparkling with an unusual light.
Yvette Ray never harmed Ronan Keating’s mother. She was Yvette’s good sister, and she believed she wouldn’t lie, so who exactly harmed her mother?
Perhaps she could try to look into Mrs. Keating’s illness to find some clues.
Suddenly, her phone vibrated twice, and in the darkness, the screen emitted a faint glow.
Who would be messaging her this late?
Eleanor Sterling reached for her phone, opened it to check, and saw a message from Alaric Faulkner.
Alaric Faulkner: "Are you asleep?"
Eleanor Sterling slightly curled her lips and quickly typed a response: "What’s up?"
Alaric Faulkner: "I miss you, can’t sleep without you in my arms."
Seeing this message, Eleanor Sterling’s smile deepened, but her reply was still rather aloof.
"I’m not your pillow. You didn’t have me before, and yet you managed to sleep, didn’t you?"
Alaric Faulkner: "It’s different now; my heart and body recognize only you."
Looking at those frivolous words, Eleanor Sterling scoffed lightly. It was simply lust clouding his mind; expecting a dog to spit out ivory was ridiculous.
Did he think this would seduce her?
Ha, he underestimated her. She wouldn’t fall for a dog’s saccharine words.
Eleanor Sterling immediately typed a reply, sent it, "I’m going to sleep, good night."
After sending that message, she locked her phone and ignored him, sliding under the covers.
However, her eyes exposed outside the blanket curved with a hint of joy, clearly in a good mood.
Late at night, inside the office.
Ronan Keating had just coaxed Claire Truman back. Thinking about today’s events, he sat in the chair with a face as dark as thunder.
He always felt something was off; Yvette Ray didn’t seem like the kind of person who would do such things.
She was proud and had her principles.
It was impossible that, without contacting him for years, she would come all the way to Lyria to scheme against him just for a night together. The most update n0vels are published on nοvelfire.net
Especially when he was about to marry Claire Truman, all of this seemed very perplexing.
So what was the reason for her actions?
It looks like it’s time to thoroughly investigate Yvette Ray.
His gaze grew deeper, then he took out his phone and dialed. It rang for a long time before it was answered.
Ronan Keating’s assistant was already asleep, and didn’t expect to be dragged out of bed in the middle of the night by his boss, greeting him with trepidation.
"Hello, Mr. Keating, is there anything you need?"
Ronan Keating’s gaze was deep, "Look into Yvette Ray for me. I need to know everything she’s been up to these years."
"Okay, I’ll start right away."
Ronan Keating paused, his expression softened a bit, and he asked, "Have you found Sally’s whereabouts?"
The assistant’s voice sounded troubled, "Mr. Keating, we asked Mr. Parker, but he didn’t say anything. He just mentioned that Sally doesn’t want to be disturbed right now."
Ronan Keating’s brows knitted with frustration, feeling that recently, nothing was going smoothly.
"Keep looking, we must find her!"
After hanging up, Ronan Keating pinched the bridge of his nose. His mother had been bedridden for years, and no known doctor could wake her.
This encounter with Sally in Lyria was a hope to finally awaken his mother through her skills.
A few hours later, as dawn broke.
The assistant sent all the collected investigation information to Ronan Keating, and he began to review it seriously.
The data showed that Yvette Ray had been staying in Aethelgard for several years and had never left.
The assistant added, "Mr. Keating, we also found that Miss Ray bought a flight ticket from Lyria to Aethelgard departing at nine o’clock."
Ronan Keating’s fingers tightened, and his face grew somber.
Yvette Ray, since you dare to provoke me again, don’t think you can escape this time!