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Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom novel Chapter 1084

I thought Jared came for a reason, and no matter what, I considered myself an outsider. It's better to avoid some things.

So, I turned to Anson and said, "Can I go see Lola?"

Sure enough, Anson nodded. "Go ahead! She is in the innermost courtyard. That's her sanctuary. Chat with her for a while and come back for dinner!"

I quickly nodded. "Alright, I'll go see her and then come back to have dinner with you!"

After that, I smiled at Jared and walked toward the inner part of the house. I sighed quietly as I exited their line of sight.

The Huffman house is indeed huge, and the courtyard was grand. As I walked along the corridor, I was surrounded by green trees and pleasant scenery. Even though I had been here before and Anson had shown me around, I was still reluctant to leave.

While enjoying the courtyard, I quietly thought about Jared and Ivanna. I tried to imagine how Jared would accommodate Trinity. It was indeed a troublesome problem!

Just as I was about to reach the last courtyard, my phone rang. I quickly found my phone in my bag, and the call was from Arnold.

I answered quickly, asking, "Arnold, how is it going over there?"

"Not too good!" Arnold said over the phone.

Surprised, my heart tightened. "What's the situation?"

"I received news the day before yesterday that Hazelyn Chandler had transferred Beatrice!"

"What?"

This news did surprise me. Where could she be transferred to? Moreover, why would Hazelyn transfer Beatrice? Did she discover something?

I hurriedly asked Arnold, "Could it be that they got some information? Do you know where she has been transferred to now?"

"We don't know where she has been transferred to. That's why I called you. We are actively searching, but it's been two days, and we still have no news!"

"Two days? It seems she must have gotten wind of something, or else Hazelyn would not have transferred Beatrice?" I guessed.

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