NovelAppChapter 848 Arabella gazed at Clark's profile, a sudden wave of sympathy washing over her. "What's her name? Maybe | can help." Clark looked at Arabella in surprise, then realized with a jolt that his sister's hacking skills trumped his own.
Maybe she could indeed find her.
"Send me her personal details later,” Arabella said, her gaze falling on the road ahead. "If she's doing well, there's no need to disturb her. But if she's in any sort of trouble, you could use this opportunity to clear things up.” Clark looked at his sister's profile, finally agreeing, "Alright." Serena, lurking in the shadows, was taken aback. She hadn't realized that Clark had such a deep and haunting past. His family always assumed he was single.
But why had he only told Arabella.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNever her, his other sister.
Arabella knew that someone was eavesdropping from the shadows. Serena was the only one who would stoop to such levels, but Arabella couldn't be bothered.
After taking a shower, Arabella received a message from Clark.
[Carol Earwood, 22, a Libra raised in an orphanage, was adopted at the age of 6 by a family and moved to 111 Stardust Lane in the Golden Fields of Summerfield South District. Her adoptive parents were county teachers.] Clark also sent a photo. The woman in the picture had an aloof and indifferent air about her, stunningly beautiful.
"Got it." After responding to the message, Arabella sent one to her subordinate, [Find this person for me as quickly as you can.] [The fastest speed? Boss, what did this woman do to you? Dig up your ancestor's graves or owe you a fortune?] her subordinate couldn't help but respond. [There are many beautiful girls in the world, but I've only ever seen two with this kind of aura. One is you, and the other is her. Boss, are you two long-lost sisters? You both have a similar vibe!] The woman gave off a sophisticated, distant air, her cool and indifferent gaze impossible to read.
She was like a puzzle.
[Just do it, and stop talking.] Arabella sent the message and began to blow-dry her hair.
The next morning.
Arabella planned to visit 111 Stardust Lane.
As she was leaving, she overheard the servants discussing how Clark had sat on the balcony all night, not sleeping. They suspected he was upset.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmArabella glanced at Clark's bedroom. The balcony was now empty.
She chose a car from the garage and followed the GPS to Golden Fields. After finding a parking spot, she walked to Stardust Lane.
Stardust Lane was a small neighborhood. On the left were fish ponds, in the middle was a small road for pedestrians, and on the right were rows of houses.
Arabella followed the rusted, faded house numbers, searching from one house to the next.
Many villagers ran businesses from their homes. Some sold fruit, others ran convenience stores, and a few sold vegetables.
Number 110 was a breakfast stall. The owner had set up a small tent at the front, selling piping hot breakfast.
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