No One But You novel Chapter 6

I called a friend of mine who also worked in the media. She was about to reach for anything.

"Help me find out the owner of a house." I came straight to the point and skipped the foreshadowing.

She was used to it. Probably she was eating noodles. While slurping, she said to me, "Ok, tell me the address."

I gave her the address, and she hummed, "Got it. I'll tell you in the morning at the latest."

"Ok."

When I hung up, she didn't ask me what I was doing, and I didn't tell her.

Her speed was really amazing. She replied me before I had fallen asleep.

"The owner of this house is Frank Barnes. He was born in 1990. Not bad. Now the post-90s can have their own villa."

Frank Barnes should be Secretary Frank. Did he own the house?

I was too lazy to talk to her. I hung up without even saying thank you.

The other side was really careful, even the house was Secretary Frank’s.

So I was off the trail again.

I had insomnia, but now I can't sleep.

I fell asleep after midnight and woke up early in the morning.

In fact, the environment here was super nice and very quiet. Even a bird didn't sing from the windowsill.

But I woke early to something in my mind, and sat on the edge of the bed in a trance.

Suddenly, I remembered something.

I didn't have a clue. I woke up that morning in the Presidential suite. Although there was no one in the room, I took my reporter's piss and went through the room and found a cufflink on the rug under the coat hanger.

In general, people of high status customized cufflinks.

The cufflink, however, was handmade, delicate and expensive, and, at first glance, unusual.

I put the cufflinks away.

On the one hand, I thought it was useful to keep it, and on the other hand, it was made of pure gold. It was very valuable.

I pulled the cufflinks out of the trunk and fiddled with it in the palm of my hand.

It looked familiar to me. I always thought I've seen similar cufflinks these days, not exactly the same, but close.

I held my head in my hands and thought it over.

My brain has probably become stupid because of pregnancy. I used to have a photographic memory, I even did not need to write a memo.

I'd been running the news these days. I'd only met a few dignitaries, so I didn't think I would see this cufflink.

The only one I went to interview was Calvin the day before yesterday.

Yes, Calvin!

I patted my thigh and remembered.

When I went to interview Calvin that day, I sat opposite him. He had a habit of holding his hands into a fist to cover his nose and mouth, so I noticed his cuffs.

His cufflinks, too, were custom-made and exquisite.

I was excited. I got up immediately to wash face and change clothes, and then went downstairs to have breakfast.

I didn't know why I thought it was Calvin.

First of all, cufflinks were expensive and low-key, and people with no taste would not use them.

Generally the upstart bumpkin would only use the big gold chain and brand watch to package themselves, instead of cufflinks.

Secondly, I always felt the faint tobacco smell on Calvin was familiar.

I ate a meal and went outside. Stella asked me if I would come back for lunch, I gave a vague answer, “You cook first, if I don’t come back, I can have it at night."

The driver, surnamed Dixon, was still waiting for me at the door. I got in the car and said to him, "DonHiu Group."

He looked back at me and said, "You were fired. Why did you go to DonHiu Group?"