Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife - Chapter 491
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Chapter 491:
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Chris and Wade’s father had been living a double life in Illerith. He kept Noor in the dark until she found herself pregnant, had children, lost her career, and ended up with nothing.
For revenge, and for her children’s future, Noor secured a spot for her sons in the prestigious Potter family.
In the care of the Potters, her sons were well provided for, while Noor, without a career, had no choice but to take on menial jobs to support them.
Noor’s home was rundown, with the garden overgrown with weeds.
Upon arriving, Shawn and Katherine could tell from the outside that the house had been empty for some time. They stopped a neighbor nearby.
“Excuse me, do you know where the previous resident moved?”
“No idea.”
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Finding no further leads, Shawn and Katherine decided to head back.
At the entrance to the alley stood a newsstand. The owner observed the passersby with casual interest and a touch of curiosity.
Shawn walked up to him and purchased a pack of cigarettes.
“Sir, how long have you been running this stand?”
The owner, noting Shawn’s sophisticated attire, responded with a smile, “Oh, I grew up here. I pretty much know everyone.”
“Really?” Shawn lingered, browsing through the magazines before picking out the most expensive one. “May I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
Shawn lit a cigarette and glanced back at the path they had come from, where the setting sun bathed the modest homes in warm light, and the corner streetlight flickered persistently.
“Do you know where Noor Graves, who used to live over there, might have gone?”
The owner paused, tapping on the magazine wrapped in plastic, suggesting another purchase. Instead, Shawn placed five hundred dollars on the counter, taking only a lighter.
“I need information, not magazines. Can you tell me everything you know?”
“Wow, that’s incredibly generous of you! You truly look like someone important!”
Katherine found the owner’s abrupt change in behavior amusing. Her attention was now entirely focused on Shawn. She was always drawn to those who seemed to have a deeper understanding of life.
During her school days, she had a crush on a senior student. At her job, she looked up to her boss. When she launched her own business, she found herself enamored with her clients. She was attracted to anyone who appeared more knowledgeable and sophisticated than she was.
The newsstand owner motioned for Shawn to come closer.
“I’ll be honest, I don’t have any information on her whereabouts either.”
“Are you messing with me?”
“Just wait! There is something else I can share.”
“What?”
“Several people have been searching for her.”
“Who were they?”
“I’m not sure of their identities. Once, it was the police. Another time, a man around your age wearing a baseball cap appeared, took a quick glance around, and left. I barely saw his face!”
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