"OK! Lynn, make sure to do a comprehensive investigation before you buy a house. You'd better choose somewhere convenient for the kids to go to school. I have friends over there. I can ask them to help you."
"Okay!" Marilyn nodded and hung up the phone. After making up her mind, she felt that it was not so difficult.
An hour later, Malcolm's phone suddenly rang.
Sitting on the ground, Malcolm was shocked. He quickly got up excitedly to get his phone.
After sitting for an hour, his legs had gone numb, and he almost fell again when he tried to stand up.
Malcolm put his hands on the desk, raised one leg, and sat on the chair. Ignoring the numbness in his legs, he picked up the phone.
His heart was incomparably excited.
"Hello!" He just said one word, but his voice could not help but tremble.
On the other side of the line, Julian said, "Malcolm, Marilyn is twenty-five years old. She majored in design."
After that, Julian went silent.
Malcolm frowned and asked, "What else did you find out?"
"Nothing," Julian replied with some fear. There really was no more information.
"Julian, you have to pay the price for messing with me!" Malcolm lost his patience and roared at Julian. The wound on his forehead hurt, but he did not care.
On the other side of the line, Julian had an innocent and aggrieved expression.
Julian also became angry and roared back, "Malcolm, you gave me only one hour. I couldn't find everything out even if I were a time machine! This is the only thing I found out, and her home address is also fake. Many of her traces have been erased. I checked everywhere but couldn't find her current address."
Malcolm was so angry that his entire body was trembling. "Keep investigating."
Malcolm took a deep breath and told himself not to rush. Marilyn was working in his company, and he could investigate her slowly.
At the same time!
In a small apartment with three bedrooms and a living room in Goldmere.
In a small room were two single beds, a children's desk, and a black and white wardrobe. Although the room was simple, it looked warm.
A little boy in a black T-shirt and black casual pants looked exactly the same as Arturo, but he looked calmer than Arturo. He sat at the desk and focused on the figures that were rolling crazily on the computer. He was typing on the keyboard of the laptop with his tender fingers. It seemed that he had been typing it thousands of times to be so proficient.
Suddenly, the phone in front of him vibrated.
He glanced at the phone with his big bright eyes. Seeing it was from his master, he quickly picked up the phone.
"Hey! Master!" The tender voice was very calm.
"Eta, someone is investigating your mother." On the other side of the line, there was a young and playful voice.
"I see!" The little boy pursed his lips with interest and frowned as he pondered.
He asked, "Who is investigating my mother?" His mother's traces had already been wiped out by them, yet there were still people investigating.
"Well, Eta, it's someone you won't believe." The other party's voice was filled with playfulness.
"Master, just tell me!" The little boy's voice sounded impatient.
The man sighed and said, "Eta, you have a bad temper and bad patience. It's the president of the headquarters where your mom works, Malcolm Lowe. He is sending people to investigate your mom."
"Alright! I'm hanging up." Dominic hung up the phone with no expression on his face. His fingers were flying on the keyboard. In less than a minute, he got Malcolm's information.
Malcolm Lowe was the president of the Lowe Group and the richest man in Fielddell. He had wide industries under his name. He was 29 years old, 6 feet tall, and everything about him, including his weight and dressing size, was clearly written.
But what surprised Dominic was not Malcolm's information, but how similar Malcolm's face was to his.
Dominic frowned slightly. Although Dominic and his siblings had never thought of looking for their father, Dominic thought they had the right to know who their father was.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Dominic quickly switched to the cartoon page.
"Grandma, what's the matter?" he answered slowly.
"Dominic, can I come in?" A loving voice came from outside the door.
"Grandma, come in. The door is not locked."
The door was opened, and a middle-aged woman in white casual pants and a red shirt walked in. She looked gentle. She was already fifty years old but still had a graceful bearing. Her every move was elegant.
She looked at Dominic and smiled lovingly. "Dominic, your mother just called and said that she was transferred to the headquarters to work. We are going to settle down in Fielddell."
When Dominic heard this, he was puzzled. His mother broke her heart in Fielddell. Why would she go back?
He smiled and said, "Grandma, we will always be with you and mom."
"Aren't you sweet? I love what you just said. I will go to cook for you. After eating, let's pick up Laverne from class."
"Alright, Grandma. Thank you." Dominic smiled.
"Okay. You can keep watching the cartoon."
After his grandmother left, Dominic switched back to what he had been looking at and pondered as he stared at the photo of Malcolm, who was imposing.
He thought, "How interesting! Why did Malcolm suddenly investigate Mom?
Mom is a designer and has nothing to do with financial stuff. It should be something else."
Throughout the afternoon, Malcolm locked himself in his office and refused to see anyone!
The personnel department's dispatch order for Marilyn was announced soon!
To her surprise, she was so busy on her first day at work!
At 5 o'clock, Malcolm came out of the office on time. His expression was slightly cold.
Sergio had already packed up the things on the table.
Glancing at Malcolm, Sergio said unhurriedly, "I've reserved a table in the restaurant at Vogue Plaza. You can go there now."
"OK! Bring all the department heads of the company over." Malcolm took a few steps forward and suddenly glanced at Marilyn's office.
"Ms. Chapman could share a car with us," he instructed Sergio.
"Alright!" Sergio nodded, a trace of surprise flashing across his eyes.
Malcolm had never given women a lift.
Malcolm ignored the surprise in Sergio's eyes and strode towards the elevator.
Sergio walked to Marilyn's office.
Marilyn had tidied up everything and was ready to get off work.
Marilyn was quite familiar with Fielddell. She hadn't returned for seven years, but many memories were still in the depths of her memory.
Marilyn met Sergio as soon as she came out.
With a professional smile on her beautiful face, she asked, "Sergio, what's up?"
Sergio slightly curved his lips and looked at her beautiful face. His tone was calm. "Mr. Lowe asked you to come to our car."
When Marilyn heard this, she felt a little flattered!
Vogue Plaza was not far from here. During peak hours, she felt that walking was faster than taking a car!
But she still nodded. "Then let's go!"
When Marilyn and Sergio arrived at the underground parking lot, Malcolm was already waiting by the car and on the phone.