His Beloved Mate novel Chapter 98

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 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."

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?"