His Beloved Mate

Chapter 98 The Looming Truth

Cheryl called her and said, "I found it."

Cassie asked, "What have you found out? !"

Cheryl said, "During the period when our CEO banned Alice, she found a lot of jobs, but all of them

ended up with nothing. In the end, she had no choice but to work as a cleaner in SS Group. But she

was often scolded by the director. Within a month, she suddenly became the assistant of Sunny."

Sure enough, there was something wrong. She was restless everywhere!

Cassie nodded and said, "I see. Thank you."

"It's my pleasure," said Cheryl with a smile.

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As soon as Cassie entered the coffee shop, she saw the waiter cleaning up the residue on the ground.

She asked, "What's going on?"

The waiter complained, "Nothing. A guest just knocked over the teacup."

The owner went downstairs. He recognized Cassie at a glance and asked, "You... Are you Mrs. Dylan?

!"

Since the news of her marriage with Dylan was released, Cassie had been nicknamed "Mrs. Dylan" by

others.

Cassie said awkwardly, "Yes."

The owner flattered, "Mrs. Dylan, why do you go here today?"

Flora said, "Do you know that Mr. Dylan has lost a painting?"

The owner nodded, "Of course I know."

Now everyone in the whole city knew that A Midsummer Night's Dream, which was auctioned at a sky

price of one billion by Mr. Dylan, was stolen by the filming group of 100 Days of Sweet Love. The first-

line flower, Betty, was also put into the police station for suspected theft of this painting.

Without further ado, Cassie asked straightforwardly, "Well, may I have a look at the surveillance video

of the shop?"

The owner said with embarrassment, "Well. I'm sorry, Mrs. Dylan. The surveillance video was broken a

few days ago. I'm going to change it."

Hearing this, Cassie's face darkened in an instant. She said excitedly, "What did you say?! The

surveillance camera was broken! ?"

The boss nodded, "Yes, the surveillance camera is broken."

Flora said, "It doesn't matter. I'm sorry. She was too anxious to knitting."

The owner shook his head immediately, "No. No. It's a pity that I can't help Mrs. Dylan."

In a depressed tone, Cassie said, "Ok. Thank you."

The owner shook his head, "My pleasure."

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Cheryl had finished her work and waited for Cassie outside the cafe.

Noticing that Cassie didn't look good, she asked, "What's wrong?"

Cassie said dejectedly, "I was pushed away only one step away from the truth."

Cheryl frowned. Then Cassie explained the truth to her.

Cheryl said, "Don't worry. I'm sure that the painting is still in Zhaocheng. Mr. Dylan has contacted all

kinds of forces, and the entire city is strictly investigating this matter."

After all, one billion was not a small cash. It was said that a special team had been set up to investigate

it.

Cassie nodded and said, "Let's go to the place where the props are placed to see if we can find some

clues."

The driver heard the words and drove to the film crew.

As soon as the leader of the props saw Cassie, he hurried forward and asked, "Mrs. Dylan, what can I

do for you?"

Cassie said, "Nothing. I just came to have a look. By the way, where did you keep the painting, A

Midsummer Night's Dream?"

The group leader of the props said, "This painting has always been placed alone by us."

After all, the price of this painting was high. If something went wrong with it, he would work for Huayu

for free for a lifetime.

Cassie nodded and said, "Thank you. I see."

The group leader of the props said, "Okay, take your time. Call me if you need anything."

Cassie walked into the room in which A Midsummer Night's Dream was placed. She looked around the

room carefully, unwilling to let go of any clues.

Soon, Cheryl found it. She shouted in surprise, "Come here and see what it is? !"

Then Cassie turned to Cheryl and asked, "What did you find?"

Cheryl pointed at the hollowed out golden moonlight piece on the ground and said, "Look, does it look

like an ornament falling from a manicure?"

Cassie took a closer look and thought, 'Damn it! It was true that this year's online popular manicure

ornament.

Cassie often needed to type words, so her fingernails that were usually trimmed neatly and never did

too much decoration. But girls loved to be beautiful, so she knew something about it.

Cassie chuckled, "I really found some clues!"

She said to Cheryl, "Put it in a sealed bag."

Nodding her head, Cheryl turned around and went out to take the sealing bag. Cassie took out her

phone and called Shirley. She must have studied makeup.

"Hello, my dear."

Just in time

In the office of the studio, Shirley was reading a book. The sunlight shone on her side face, which was

coated with a faint glow.

The phone call made her a little surprised. She smiled and said, "Well, it's Cassie. What's wrong?"

Cassie asked, "Where are you now?"

"I'm in the studio," Shirley replied with a smile.

Cassie said, "Send me the address. I'll come to you later. I can't explain it clearly over the phone."

Nodding with a smile, Shirley said, "Okay." Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Cheryl put on her gloves, picked up the pieces on the ground and put them into the sealing bag.

Cassie said, "Let's go to Shirley's studio."

Cheryl nodded and said, "Okay."

Before leaving, Cassie ordered coffee and sent it to everyone present.

Owen came over with a smile, took the coffee and said, "Thank you, Cassie. You are usually so busy

with your manuscript. In fact, you don't have to specially come to the scene to watch it."

Cassie teased him and pretended to be serious, "Who told you that I'm here to visit? I'm here to keep

an eye on you. If you don't perform well, it's convenient for me to change another person."

Owen curled his lips and said in an aggrieved tone, "Don't you believe me?"

Cassie sneered, "Well, just joking. Work hard. After that, I'll ask your brother to roast egg tarts for you."

Confused, Owen asked, "What? When did my brother roast egg tarts?"

Cassie smiled and said mysteriously, "It's a secret."

Owen said, "Okay, but I appreciate your kindness. Edward don't allow me to eat snacks. If I eat them, I

have to stay on the treadmill."

On the other side, Nicki came over and said, "Cassie. Owen."

Cassie asked her, "How was the shooting today? Did the director pick on you?"