Go After My Ex-wife

Chapter 1670 Late Night Visitor

At the Cole family.

"How's everything going?" Flynt was reading a book with his head slightly bowed, looking indifferent.

Two people holding briefcases stood opposite him.

"They've left and their records are flawless. Even without a lawyer's help, they'll be able to get away

scot-free. When we got there, they were already gone. We checked the traffic bureau, but there isn't

anything on them. It seems that they've already done the necessary cleaning up before we could get

there to dig something up."

As a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses spoke, Flynt looked up, crossed his legs, and asked, "So what

you're saying is that they had everything arranged beforehand and knew that we were waiting for them

at the hotel entrance? That's why they followed us there?"

"No, I don't think so," the man said. Flynt was amused. "No? What else could it be? They were behind

us. How could they have gotten everything sorted out in such a short time?"

"The traffic bureau is under our control. You know that."

"Yes, it is, but if that woman was the one making the arrangements, she would've made sure to clean

up after herself after every single move she made. Otherwise, even if they'd made arrangements

beforehand, they wouldn't be so omniscient as to predict our every move," the man with gold-rimmed

glasses replied.

...

Flynt hesitated for a moment, then said, "Is it really her?"

The men opposite him didn't speak. Flynt casually put his book down and got up to get himself a glass Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

of wine. After taking a sip, he turned to look at the other man who'd remained silent all this while. "What

about your side?"

The man was dressed in black. He looked at Flynt and said, "Our men got caught before getting close

to Monroe and his sons, and who knows whether they'll be able to get out of there. Everyone knows

that Zorion Atkinson isn't someone to be disregarded, and whoever ends up in his hands won't have a

happy ending."

"Give their family a sum as compensation and send them my apologies."

"Understood."

"This matter ends here. You guys get some rest, I'll continue looking into it."

Flynt's gaze darkened as he looked at his wineglass coldly. He swirled the wine around gently and

smirked, then brought the wineglass to his lips. He closed his eyes and took a trip down memory lane.

...

Raeleigh suddenly woke up. She sat up in bed and took a deep breath.

Jepherson sat up as well. She looked at him, her gaze a little frantic.

"Was it a nightmare?" he asked. She nodded. "It was scary."

"What was it?" Jepherson pulled her into his arms, but she merely frowned.

"It's nothing."

Raeleigh broke free of his embrace and got herself a glass of water. After sitting around for a while, she

asked Jepherson, "When are you going to let Cynthia go?"

Jepherson was sitting on the bed. "Did you dream of her?"

Raeleigh didn't answer him, but what she'd dreamed of was even scarier than something happening to

Cynthia.

"I just want to know when you're going to let her go, or whether you're going to release her. Tell me so

that I can prepare myself."

"I can't keep her locked up forever. Even if you're willing to, I'm not. I can't just let Jared be for a

woman's sake."

Jepherson sat down in front of Raeleigh and asked her what was going on. She rubbed her forehead.

Her dream was so terrifying that she couldn't go into it again.

...

"Give me your phone," she said as she reached for Jepherson's phone. He watched as she called

Xanthus.

At this time, Xanthus was still searching for Cynthia. He'd barely slept or rested, looking for her

tirelessly.

He was surprised to receive Raeleigh's call. It was already supposed to be late at night where she was.

Why was Raeleigh calling him at this time?

When Xanthus answered the phone, he asked, "Raeleigh, is that you?"

"Xanthus, we've yet to reach a consensus, but Flynt already knows that I'm here. Some things have

also happened over the past couple of days."

"I can't go back for the time being, but he's probably not back yet. When he's back, tell him that I'm

away for a project. If he wants to contact me, send me an email and I'll get in touch with him. I'll find a

way to get my phone back so that I can call him."

"I don't know when he'll be back, so don't tell him about this. I'll head back once I'm done with things

here..."

"Take good care of our family."

Xanthus hesitated. "You should come back. There's plenty of time for us to look for Cynthia. I don't

think that Jepherson will be bold enough to do anything to her."

"I can't. Flynt already knows that I'm back and he's starting to make a move."

"I'm scared!"

Jepherson was slightly absent-minded as he listened to her. He held her hand.

After chatting for a while more, Raeleigh finally managed to persuade Xanthus to promise to give her

two months' time to handle things here while he continued to search at his end. They'd talk things over

then.

Putting down the phone, Raeleigh fiddled with her hair before climbing into bed. Jepherson, on the

other hand, remained seated for the rest of the night.

When Raeleigh got up in the morning, he was still seated with a cup of tea in front of him. They gazed

at each other.

"You didn't sleep all night?"

Only then did Jepherson get up. He got back into bed and laid down before telling Raeleigh, "I'm sick,

so don't go!"

He pulled the covers over himself as Raeleigh sat there, feeling taken aback. He didn't sound sick at

all. Was this something she owed him?

Jepherson soon fell asleep. When Raeleigh finally got up, he was already sound asleep.

She wasn't planning on leaving, but she had to think of a way to handle matters with Flynt.

Jepherson slept the day away while Raeleigh's mind raced over plans and plots.

When Jepherson woke up, Raeleigh went to check on him. He sat up in bed after a long while before

leisurely taking a shower. He dressed and got ready to go out like the nocturnal creature that he was.

Raeleigh hadn't eaten anything for the whole day. She hadn't felt hungry as Jepherson slept, so she

didn't call for room service.

Jepherson brought her out for some food. They even took in the scenery before heading back to the

hotel, but they saw a car from the Harvey family at the entrance.

Raeleigh hesitated for a moment. If her memory served her correctly, this was Paige's car.

Jepherson stopped as well. He looked at the car and asked, "I told you guys to keep an eye on things,

didn't I? What's she doing here?"

"It's not Madam Paige. She's at home."

The people behind them came forward and answered Jepherson. Jepherson and Raeleigh looked at

the car until someone got out and hurried over to Jepherson. He said, "Mr. Jepherson."

"What's the matter?"

"Mr. Harvey told me to invite Madam Raeleigh over for a chat."

Raeleigh checked the time. "At this time?"

"Yes."

The man was very polite. Raeleigh looked at Jepherson. "Should I go?"

Jepherson gazed at the car and remained silent.