She Killed My Ex novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134 Forcing Her Step by Step

"You said that Ms. Jameson kept shouting my name in her dreams?" If he didn't misunderstand it, the name "Deloris" that she shouted was his name. Deloris had a weird look. Could it be that he was too charming? After all, he had only met Caroline once when Antonio brought her to their gathering.

"Bentley, did she really shout Deloris?" Deloris' curiosity had overwhelmed everything and he asked though it was indeed an act of seeking death.

The person at the other end of the line ended the call before Deloris could finish his words.

"Hello? Hello? Bentley Shawn, you haven't answered my question!"

It wasn't the first time that he heard her shouting "Deloris" in her dreams. Who else could it be if it was not Deloris Sawyer?

Bentley bent his fingers and casually tapped the desk of the meeting room. The next second, he suddenly paused in his movements and then called Cyrus, "Go investigate if there is a man called Deloris in the prison."

It was apparent that although Bentley couldn't confirm if there was a man called Deloris by Caroline's side three years ago, he was sure about one thing she had been shouting this name in her dreams after being discharged from prison. Then, this clue pointed to a place the prison where she had stayed for three years!

He turned around and went back into the office.

The woman on the couch was in a sound sleep, showing no sign of waking up.

He sat down behind the desk of the office. His secretary walked in and greeted, "Mr..."

Then she saw the man sitting behind the desk lift his index finger to signal her to keep quiet and glance at the couch. She followed his gaze and found a woman sleeping on the couch. She immediately understood and nodded profusely.

She shushed and walked toward the desk. But the sound of her high heels hitting the ground could still be heard. This poor secretary received a cold, stern glance from the man behind the desk and her heartbeat quickened. She was so scared that she immediately tiptoed.

Probably only women could understand that tiptoeing on high heels of eight centimeters was one of the ten cruelest tortures in the world.

After a while, she finally reached the desk. She put the document in her hand on the desk and said in a low voice, "Mr. Shawn, this document requires your signature."

The secretary watched her boss sign his name in a stroke, feeling bitter. It was very busy for her boss to sign his name, but it was really suffering for her to tiptoe to the desk and then tiptoe to the door.

But by the way, it was the first time that she found her iceberg boss being so concerned about her person. She looked over the couch out of curiosity and was disappointed the next moment.

It was such an ordinary girl.

But she thought the girl familiar as she studied further. She studied her more carefully after having this doubt. The more she looked at her, the more she felt her familiar.

She couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Mr. Shawn, she looks so similar to Ms. Jameson."

Probably because she didn't lower her voice as she was too shocked, or probably because the air-conditioning's temperature was too low, the woman on the couch slowly opened her eyes. Her mind was still blank when she opened her eyes.

She blinked her eyes and looked at the front. Then she looked around. When she saw Bentley who was sitting behind the desk, she immediately sobered up.

"Caroline, come over." The man behind the desk waved at her.

Both Caroline and the secretary were dumbfounded.

"Ms. Jameson?" The secretary exclaimed.

Caroline shivered when she spotted disbelief in the secretary's eyes.