Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 673

Natalie continued from the side, "Do you suspect she works for Jensen and Ilse?"

Evander tossed the file onto the desk. "Do you think she looks like Charlotte?"

"A little, but not if you look closely." Natalie stared at the photo, pondering it for a moment before it suddenly clicked. "Is she working for the Pembrokes?"

Even if Ilse and Jensen wanted to plant a woman near Evander, they would never choose someone who resembled Charlotte. After all, they knew how his mind worked.

But the Pembrokes were a different story.

This tactic reeked of Jonathan Pembroke.

Snapping back to reality, Natalie asked, "How should we handle her?"

"Play along for now."

"And what about Charlotte?"

Evander fell silent. He tapped his fingers rhythmically against the desk before speaking in a low, resonant voice. "If we're getting a divorce, we need to make it look convincing."

Natalie immediately understood his plan and nodded. "Understood."

With that, she exited the office.

Evander stared out at the sprawling city skyline, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. The chessboard he had painstakingly set up was finally ready for the opening move.

Meanwhile, Hiram hadn't returned home all night, and Charlotte couldn't reach him on his phone.

Just as she was anxiously trying to figure out how to contact his colleagues, she received a sudden call from the police station.

"I believe you. Just tell me yes or no."

He was so desperate he started spewing the most vicious curses upon himself.

Charlotte turned her gaze to the silent teenage girl. The moment their eyes met, the girl instinctively looked away.

The middle-aged woman shoved her way in front of the girl. "The facts are right in front of you! We all saw it with our own eyes! Are you trying to clear your criminal brother's name?"

Charlotte's expression darkened, her voice turning icy and firm. "What you saw isn't necessarily the truth. I want the facts!"