My Supermodel Wife

At this time, Chris did not realize that his intention to come to the Lakeside Villa had been diverted by Jean.

He stood upright on the sofa, his handsome face silently mocking. "I don't know... I don't know what to do myself."

After all, he and Sara weren't fond of each other and didn't have that sibling bond since they were young.

The Hartanto family always put profit first and put everything aside, and that reality was scary!

Even after she was badly injured, Sara's family didn't say anything.

They were all people who had passed through the ghost gate. Their heart was already cold and hard enough that it would be impossible for them to talk about family.

Chris' eyes darkened, and when he mentioned the Hartanto family, he seemed like a different person.

He didn't feel the slightest joy when he talked about his family, there was only coldness and a strange feeling in his eyes. Even his beautiful eyebrows were tinged with frost.

Lilia saw his sudden change and couldn't help but look at the man she called her husband. However, she felt a little lucky because the atmosphere in the Widjaya family was truly peaceful and warm.

At this time, Chris' mind was completely filled with the Hartanto family's affairs. Jean saw his gloomy face and stretched out his thick eyebrows as he asked, "About Sara's accident, what were the results of the police investigation?"

Chris sighed for a moment, he took the cigarette case out of his pocket and placed it in his hands in annoyance. "The driver who caused the accident was drunk and forced himself to drive, there is no other abnormality. He will be tried in court soon and his driver's license has been confiscated,"

There was no other abnormality…

The words made Lilia and Jean look at each other.

They could roughly guess the Hartanto family's attitude towards Sara after her car accident, and maybe the family would sit on the sidelines from start to finish.

Even though they knew some inside information, they might pretend they didn't know since the Hiroshi family was involved.

It was hard to explain. At this time, Lilia didn't know whether to sympathize with Sara or the indifference of her family.

"Is that all?" Jean asked casually.

At this time, Chris put the cigarette to his lips and took a strong inhale. After unleashing a thick white mist, he smiled absurdly and said in a low voice, "Since the head said nothing's strange, consider everything normal."

With Chris' explanation just now, the Hartanto family's attitude towards this car accident proved itself.

They really didn't plan to pursue the truth of the accident.

So far, Jean had not said much and Chris was still smoking. He then sipped the tea prepared by Jean on the table, and said in a deep and cold tone, "The person who made my condition like this has been in critical condition for a long time due to poisoning, and today he passed away."

Lilia's eyes stopped, and she vaguely felt that things were getting out of hand.

"I see," Jean looked at him from a distance, and his two eyes suddenly turned sharp. "Do you know who poisoned him?"

Chris sneered. "If I know then you should know that too."

The man lowered his head slightly with a refined expression.

Lilia looked confused at their conversation.

She was a very wise girl. After thinking for a while, she guessed that some things might be uncomfortable to talk about or to discuss too much in front of her.

After all, this was about the Hartanto family, so it was not appropriate for her to know too much.

Lilia tried to understand it. She then raised her hand to cover the corner of her mouth and yawned, then she leaned on her husband's shoulder and said in a sleepy voice, "I'm a little sleepy, I want to lie down."

"I will keep you company," Jean's words were gentle and affectionate.

Lilia shook her head. "No need! I just remembered that I haven't met with Mellisa to discuss tomorrow's departure. I'd better go to the next house before going to sleep."

After saying that, Lilia immediately stood up. As she walked around the table, she caught Chris' approving eyes and nodded at him. Without waiting for them to answer, she hurriedly put on her coat and walked toward the exit.

After the sound of the closing door was heard, Chris turned his head and saw Lilia's figure walking from the window. The man then sighed softly. "Lilia is truly an understanding person!"

At that moment, under the dazzling light in the living room, Jean took the cigarette box from the table, lit it and smoked it. He caught Chris' sharp eyes through the smog layer of smoke. "So Alan ordered someone to poison him. What else do you know about it?"

Chris was holding his near-black cigarette butt, his eyes looking grim and cold. "Quite a lot. Besides that, I also know who arranged it from the start."

Jean leaned back on the sofa, he folded his legs and nodded slowly. "Looks like he's not stupid!"

Chris looked at him angrily and slammed the table in front of him. He said grimly, "I just didn't think he would think I wouldn't find out. But the most important thing now is that I know that they didn't intend to hurt me in the meantime. Still... I am annoyed with myself for letting the killer die, because with this, the evidence is gone. I don't even know who to trust in my own family!"

This was the thing Chris had been worried about the most lately.

Now, the murderer's death had left everything on a deadlock, a lot of truth was buried in the ground.

Chris thought that if it continued like this, he might... Ask his father to forward.

...

After a half hour, Chris finally left Villa Lakeside.

When he returned to the car, he turned on the engine, still with a cigarette in between his lips. Then... he suddenly thought, why did he come here tonight?

Didn't he come to ask Jean to call and send Clifford back from America? How come they ended up having a conversation about the Hartanto family?!

Chris frustratedly slapped the steering wheel and threw his cigarette at the villa's door without saying anything.

'Damn you Jean!'

The man didn't leave the Lakeside Villa in a hurry. When he had just turned the intersection, he? suddenly felt so restless in his heart that he couldn't help it. He immediately stopped, took out his cell phone and called the little girl.

It should be eight or nine in the morning over there.

Even though they had been sending messages continuously since Merry returned to America, he still felt very worried now.

One minute later, Chris' face grew even darker.

The phone was connected, but no one answered.

He was a little impatient, his thick brows locked tight, and he hit the steering wheel again.

This time, the phone was picked up.

Chris' heart finally calmed down. "Hey, why ..."

However, while the words were still spoken, he heard a man's voice greeting him. "Young Master Chris!"

He was so shocked to hear that.

With a cold face, he immediately squeezed his phone and gritted his teeth. "Get the damn phone to her!"

On the phone, Clifford's voice was low and calm. After three seconds of silence, he refused. "Sorry sir, she's sleeping!"

'Damn it! Are you in her bedroom?'

To hell with the Hartanto family, to hell with that damn killer, to hell with his illness! Today, he would catch up with Merry!

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