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Unexpected Blessing After Divorce

Chapter 322
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Chapter 322 Did You Save Me?

Wesley stood by the window and looked at the mansion in the distance with a telescope in his hand. His

subordinates had been monitoring the mansion for two or three months.

Wesley had some suspicions before, but he didn’t dare to take action easily, as he was afraid to alert the

enemy.

The people who frequented the mansion were usually one middle-aged man and one young woman. Based on

observation, the middle-aged man should be a butler, while the young woman seemed more like a maid.

In addition, there were two strong men in the mansion, but they didn’t get in and out much. Most of the time, they

didn’t come out of the mansion.

In the past few months, they had only seen these people around the mansion.

However, one late night a week ago, a strong man rushed out of the mansion. After driving away, he brought

another man back half an hour later. Later, Wesley’s subordinates did a background check on the man who was

brought into the mansion, and they found out that the man was a doctor in a private clinic. According to the doctor,

someone in the mansion was ill that night and had a high fever. Although, the doctor didn’t see what the woman

looked like. He was blindfolded when he entered the mansion.

However, the fever was quite heavy, and the woman had to be put on an IV drip throughout the night before the

fever subsided.

The doctor couldn’t say anything else. After all, there were some people who he couldn’t afford to mess with as

well.

After that, Wesley asked someone to check the information of the mansion owner. According to the Information

found, the owner was abroad. Wesley tried to get in touch with the owner, but the phone call prompted that it was

an empty number, and he couldn’t find the owner according to other information. It was as if the owner was a man

who was just made up.

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Wesley had accepted several work requests recently and was quite busy. Since he had just finished his work. these

two days and happened to have nothing else to do, he planned to come to Yrinas to look at the situation himself.

Next to Wesley, his lackey saw him moving the telescope away yet still staring in the direction of the mansion while

being deep in thought. The lackey couldn’t help but suggest, “Mr. Duncan, I’ve been monitoring the mansion for

months, but I didn’t find anything. How about I sneak in at night?”

The two men in the mansion looked big, and they might look threatening to ordinary people. However, for Wesley

and his lackey, the men in the mansion were only big in build. In terms of strength, those men were definitely not as

powerful as Wesley and the lackey. Thus, to say that Wesley and the lackey would sneak in was also a euphemism.

The lackey had always been wanting to sneak into the mansion to confirm they were monitoring the right place.

However, since Wesley didn’t give him the order, he didn’t dare to act on his own.

“Well, be careful. Don’t startle the enemies,” Wesley answered.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Duncan. I won’t let you down.”

At night, the lackey easily climbed over the wall and got into the mansion’s compound. He avoided the heavy

restrictions and climbed along the outer wall of the mansion to the window on the second floor.

He had been observing for a long time. The windows of this room had never been opened, and the curtains were

closed day by day. In contrast, the windows of other rooms would be opened regularly every day by the maids or

butlers in the mansion in order to let some fresh air in.

At this time, the mansion was quiet.

The lackey climbed to the window and gently knocked on the window twice. At first, there was no response coming

from inside. He then gently tapped for a while with a different frequency, and then there was a response coming

from inside.

There was a clanging sound inside, like the sound of an iron chain swinging and hitting.

The sound seemed to attract the attention of others, and a vague man’s voice came from inside, saying. “Ms.

Johnson, it’s late. I advise you to stop making trouble. You have just recovered and need a good rest.”

“Get lost!”

Upon hearing this, the lackey immediately climbed down along the outer wall and landed quickly, then returned to

where he was along the same path.

At this time, Wesley sat in front of a barbecue stall. There was a bottle of open beer and a pile of BBQ skewers in

front of him. He was drinking while grilling the skewers.

The lackey jogged toward Wesley and said excitedly, “Mr. Duncan, the woman in the mansion should be the one you

are looking for.”

Looking at the lackey’s sweaty face, Wesley poured the lackey a beer. The latter thanked him and downed the beer

in one go, then picked up a BBQ skewer and asked Wesley vaguely after taking a bite, “Mr. Duncan, when shall we

attack?”

Wesley leaned back against the backrest of the plastic chair and looked up at the sky. The moon was bright. tonight,

and he hoped the moon would also be beautiful tomorrow night. “Make some preparations. We’ll take action

tomorrow night.”

It was Christopher who ordered Wesley to search for Annabelle.

The night Scarlett died, Christopher noticed something was wrong when he arrived at the scene. Although

Annabelle called him, Annabelle was not there when he arrived, and only the dead Scarlett was there.

What was more strange was that the scene seemed to have been arranged by someone, as if it was premeditated.

Christopher noticed something was wrong and called the police. However, when the police arrived, they

immediately detained Christopher and didn’t give him any opportunity to explain. According to the evidence

collected by the police from the scene and the clues they had, all the evidence also pointed at Christopher. Since

that night, Annabelle had completely disappeared, as if she had evaporated from the world. No one could find her,

no matter how hard they tried.

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After many difficult days of trying to find a clue of Annabelle’s whereabouts, Wesley finally got some clues that she

was located in Yrinas. However, Wesley didn’t confirm the validity of the clues in the first place. It wasn’t until when

the things at hand were done that he finally came to Yrinas slowly.

Unexpectedly, he met Yuliana at the airport.

Coincidentally, Wesley was going to take a vacation and have a good rest after settling Annabelle’s case. The next

night, Wesley took two people to the mansion to rescue Annabelle blatantly.

The process went smoothly. It was just that the lackey had slightly underestimated the enemy and got cut with a

dagger by the burly man in the mansion. The knife cut a deep wound on the lackey’s arm, causing him to bleed

profusely.

But in the end, the lackey made the big man suffer twice as much.

The only trouble was that the iron chain on Annabelle’s wrist, which was too strong and unusual, took them some

time to open.

Annabelle had been locked up for more than half a year, and there was no sunshine. Hence, she could only move

within a room that was only a few hundred square feet. In addition, she had just gotten sick a few days ago and had

not completely recovered. When she came out of the mansion, she couldn’t stand steadily at all and was not in a

good mental state.

Wesley asked someone to send Annabelle back to the hospital first, and then he went to the hospital to visit her the

next day.

At that time, Annabelle just woke up and came out of the room that she had been imprisoned in for several months.

When she saw the people coming and going from the hospital, she was still in a trance. She even felt that she was

just in a dream. After waking up from the dream, she would return to the dark place. “Ms. Johnson, do you feel

better?” Wesley had been here for a while, but Annabelle didn’t look at him or talk to him.

Hearing Wesley’s voice, she turned her head and looked at Wesley. However, although she looked at Wesley. her

pupils were not focused. After a while, she slowly focused on Wesley’s face.

“Did you save me?” Her voice was a little hoarse, and her expression was cold.

Wesley hummed in response. “I saved you.”

Annabelle’s consciousness was a little slow. She frowned and asked, “Why did you save me?”