My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 365

Chapter 365: Chapter 365: A Very Familiar Voice

"Why can’t I go find him now? How long do I have to wait?"

The Second Uncle was getting impatient.

If Damien Vaughn were allowed to return to Veridia, even without his memory, it would be like letting a tiger return to the mountains.

He had come all this way personally to finish him off with his own hands. Every extra minute was an extra minute of risk.

The man couldn’t guarantee a time, so he could only placate him.

"I can’t say for sure. My wife is holding a fashion show, and everything depends on the audience’s reaction on-site. My wife is timid, and so are my parents-in-law. Besides, there will be over a thousand people gathered there, so don’t even think about trying anything crazy. If anything goes wrong, you won’t be able to bear the responsibility."

A fashion show with over a thousand people... in such a sea of faces, it was indeed impossible to make a move. The Second Uncle had no choice but to wait.

"Hurry it up. The moment the event is over, bring him to me."

"Of course. Since we have to wait a while anyway, we might as well make use of the time. Mr. Vaughn, you must be exhausted from your long journey. Let me treat you to a meal. We can toast to your impending victory and discuss our future collaboration."

The Second Uncle went to a hotel with him. Between the food and drinks, the man toasted him with many glasses of alcohol. Combined with the dozen or so hours without sleep on the plane, the Second Uncle grew drowsy and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, it was already noon on the third day.

The man asked Jean if she had found Damien Vaughn, but Jean was dismissive.

She was too busy with her own work right now. Where would she find the time to look for someone?

"I don’t know where he lives, and I don’t have his number. Where am I supposed to find him? Besides, didn’t you say you thought there was something wrong with him? Why are you looking for him?"

"Don’t worry, I’m not looking for trouble. I’m just short an assistant right now, and I think he’s pretty sharp. I want him to come help me out."

But Jean could only think of herself right now.

"Sorry, I can’t help you. If you really want to find him, figure it out yourself."

With that, she went back to her work.

Meanwhile, Ryan successfully picked up Cecelia Archer.

On the way back to the hotel, he told Cecelia Archer everything—the evidence he had collected recently and all the things he had been through. His words were tinged with discouragement.

"Every time, it feels like we’re about to have a breakthrough, but when we actually take action, we’re always a little short on luck... I’ve checked door-to-door, President Archer, how could we..."

Cecelia Archer comforted him, "Don’t rush. We’ve already waited for over two months; a little more time won’t hurt. At worst, we’ll just start the search all over again. Another person means more manpower, and maybe you missed some detail along the way. Starting tomorrow, the two of us will investigate together. If we still can’t find anything, we’ll figure it out then."

Although President Archer was a woman, she exuded a powerful sense of reassurance.

With her there, Ryan felt much more at ease.

When they arrived at the hotel, Ryan told Cecelia Archer to get some rest, but how could she possibly sleep?

"I want to go for a walk by myself, clear my head, and think. You don’t need to follow me. I’ll let you know when I need you."

She left the hotel and followed her intuition, turning left.

She passed street after street, traffic light after traffic light, and the area grew more and more remote until she reached a place near the river.

Many weeping willows were planted along the riverbank. Bathed in the golden sunlight and rustled by the gentle breeze, the sight was a delight to the eyes.

Cecelia hadn’t taken the time to appreciate a view in so long. She couldn’t help but walk toward the willows.

Before she got close, she suddenly heard the lively sound of conversation.

She turned her head and saw a café about forty or fifty meters from the riverbank.

Strictly speaking, it was a milk tea shop, and one run by oriental people.

The building itself was European in style, and the sign above said "So-and-so Café" in English, but the entire exterior wall and the advertisements at the entrance were all in an oriental style.

The advertisements featured many pictures, with the names of the milk teas, their ingredients, and their health benefits written in English, followed by an explanation in Chinese below.

On the streets of Veridia, it might have been an unremarkable milk tea shop.

But in a foreign country, such advertisements and banners were truly eye-catching.

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