Chapter 123
The guest’s black shirt was tucked into his black pants, revealing his slim body lines. He leaned ahead, holding a glass of red wine in his hand. And the glass reflected his beautiful, handsome face.
“Leo?” Toby took a while to recognize the man. He put his glass down and approached him. “When did you come here? Last night? This morning? What are you doing here anyway?”
Leo stared straight into Toby’s eyes.
And Toby shivered. “Just tell me what you want. Don’t give me that look. You’re scaring me.”
Toby had a slightly feminine look and spoke softer than most men. And he was in white pajamas, a stark contrast to Leo, who was in black. He looked like a beautiful man, while Leo had the air of a medieval vampire, and the look in his eyes was as sharp as a falcon’s. In novels of a certain genre, a man like Leo barging into the house of a guy like Toby would develop into some… extreme scenes. Toby was straight, of course, but he wondered if Leo would do anything unbelievable, especially when he was staring at him.
Leo put his glass down and stood up, his hands in his pockets. He approached Toby, but his eyes were staring into the great distance. “I need you to look into Elaine Perez’s case. And her mother.”
“Elaine Perez?” Toby wondered who that was.
And Leo told him the gist of things.
Oh, so that’s how it is. “So, she was the donor?”
Leo nodded. “So far, yes.”
“So far? Are you suspecting something? Did they do a sloppy job?”
“No.”
“No? So, you’re….” Suspecting Elyse? He didn’t finish that sentence. He knew Elyse was a lying wench, but saying it out loud would hurt their friendship, and he didn’t want that.
“They didn’t do a sloppy job, and the files were comprehensive. Too comprehensive. And that was their flaw.” Everything looked retro and backed all other files up perfectly, but that was the exact reason why he suspected that someone had doctored everything. And he wanted to find the truth. “Just look into it for me.” He patted Toby’s shoulder.
This time, Toby nodded. “Sure thing.”
gleaming in her eyes.
Amelie stopped checking her clothes out, and she smiled at Julia. “Yeah, I know. We still have two hours.”
Julia almost screamed. “Which is not enough for a total makeover! I specifically told you that you have to look like a goddess during dinner!”
Amelie held a dress before her. “I’m hot. I look like a goddess no matter what I wear.”
I can’t believe her. Right, no talking, or she’s going to say something stupid again.
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