“Forget it,” Stanford did not dare to go to their home where there were too many memories that he did
not dare to recall.
The driver knew that he decided it in a moment of impulsion and would calm down after some time.
The driver would ask him again where to go after that. The driver started the car, drove off, and drove
down the streets in the city without direction.
Stanford closed his eyes and leaned back in the seat to have a nap. After a long time, he took his
phone and made a call.
Soon the call got through, and he said, “Atwood.”
“Yes,” Atwood was standing in front of the door of Stanford's office at this time. He was going to deliver
documents to Stanford, but then he saw Lindsay was sitting and crying on the floor in the office.
They had been working under Stanford for so many years. Although sometimes he did not think she
acted right, he considered her as his friend.
He went over to Lindsay and helped her up.
In the car, Stanford turned his head to look out of the window. He looked at the street scene rapidly
went by and said, “Have an investigation on Simona.”
Stanford did not like the fact that he always treated her like Amanda, and he even disliked that he
would do things that made him unlike himself because of her.
He needed to know the truth about her.
Who was she?
Why did he always have to think of her as another person?
Atwood was stunned for a moment. He did not expect Stanford to ask him to investigate Simona for no
reason, “Investigate how she joined RM Group?”
“All about her.”
Atwood said in a low voice, “I got it.”
Stanford hung up the call.
Lindsay looked at Atwood, “Is Stanford asking you to investigate Simona?”
Atwood nodded and asked, “Did you and Stanford quarrel?”
Otherwise, how would Lindsay sit on the floor? She was in the company, and she was also the head of
the planning department. It would be an ill scene if people saw she sat on the floor.
Lindsay pursed her lips, “Do you think that Stanford has changed?”
Atwood shook this head, “No, I don't think so.”
Lindsay said with great certainty, “He has changed. He asked me to apologize to Simona, and now he's
asking you to investigate her. What does he mean?”
Was he interested in her?
“We are the people working under him, and we all know his nature very well. Stanford will not have
such an interest in women. He was with Amanda for revenge back then. After that, Stanford never has
any other woman, but he is working so much on Simona now. Does he get a crush on her?” Lindsay
only felt blocked up in the chest. She could hardly kill Amanda back then, and there was another
woman, called Simona, getting close to Stanford!
Atwood pursed his lips and said, “Lindsay, after Stanford and Mrs. James got married, no, even before
they got married, he had no other woman either. In my opinion, he doesn't look for other women
because he loves Mrs. James, and not because he doesn't have an interest in women.”
Lindsay suddenly widened her eyes, and she stared at Atwood, “How could he possibly love Amanda?
She was his enemy and the fact that they already divorced. Why do you still call her Mrs. James?”
Atwood knew that Lindsay liked Stanford, and she was paranoid about it and refused to accept the
truth.
The same went to Stanford, who could not recognize his thoughts and feelings because of hatred.
Stanford's nature was getting more indifferent this year, and he did not have contact with any women.
All of these were because he lost Amanda.
Atwood sighed. It was hard to reason with a person who had got into a blind alley.
“Lindsay, behave yourself,” Atwood said, turned around, and walked out of the office.
Lindsay suddenly stepped forward and grabbed him by his arm. She looked at him pleadingly, “Atwood,
we're friends, right?”
Atwood nodded, “I do consider you as my friend.”
“Do me a favour,” Lindsay grabbed his arm tightly, “Whatever information you find out about Simona,
please add one more information about her.”
Atwood frowned slightly, “What information?”
“You tell Stanford that Simona has a promiscuous life, and she had slept with many men. Stanford will
not like a sexually immoral woman.”
Atwood could not believe it, “Lindsay, innocence is important for women. How can you smear a
woman's innocence?”
“It's not big publicity. I only want to let Stanford think Simona is that kind of woman. Moreover, she
could be that kind of person...”
“Lindsay, I'll tell Stanford all the information I found out truthfully. You should wish him to get happiness
if you love him,” Atwood left after saying that.
Lindsay stood still where she was stiffly and looked at Atwood's back, “Atwood, have you ever loved a
person?”
Atwood stopped his footsteps, and his body trembled slightly.
“Don't you wish to be with the person you love? I only want to be with him and want him to see how
good I am, and that's it.”
“Sometimes, there's another kind of love, which is silently watch on her. I feel happy also when I watch
her get her happiness.”
“That's not love, and that's dumb. You should fight for it if you love someone!” Lindsay's love was
domineering and possessive, so she would not understand the deep meaning of Atwood's words.
Atwood sighed faintly, “Forget it.”
It was hard for him to explain it to Lindsay.
He took a step to leave the office.
Lindsay stood still where she was and clenched her hands into fists tightly. She could kill Amanda in
the past, and she could also kill Simona. She just wanted to warn her at first, but now...
She took her phone, made a call, and told the person on the other end of the phone the room number
of the hotel where Simona was staying, “You send it to her through courier service.”
She hung up the call after the person answered her.
Amanda did not immediately go back to the hotel after leaving the J&Y Group building. She went to
Casimir's company, but Casimir was not there.
She only knew to stay with Stanford in the past, and she also did not interact with other people except
Lindsay. So she had no friends to meet in City B at this time.
She could not help but laugh at herself. The people she trusted and truly loved were the ones who
always thought to hurt her.
“Amanda, your life really sucks!”
She shook her head to leave the mess behind her and went back to the hotel by cab.
After entering the door, she took off her shoes and wore a pair of comfortable cotton slippers. She
walked to the sofa and was about to sit down to rest. The doorbell rang at this time.
She walked over to open the door, and a courier was standing at the door, “May I ask if you're Ms.
Flores?”
Amanda nodded, “Yes, it's me.”
“Here's your parcel,” the courier handed over a paper box to her.
“My parcel? Who's the one who sent the parcel to me?” she did not seem to have online shopping, and
she had not been in the country long. How could she have a parcel?
“I'm not sure the person who sent it. I'm only responsible for delivery. Please sign for it.”
Amanda was puzzled but did not embarrass the courier. She picked up the pen that he handed over to
her, and she signed.
She took the paper box, and it was very light. She shook it in her hand, and there was a sound of
things sliding. It should be a small object. She closed the door and looked for the tool to open the tape
above the box. There was only a USB flash drive in the box.
She took it out and looked at it. It was just an ordinary USB flash drive and nothing special. She threw
the paper box into the trash, took the USB flash drive, and went to turn on the laptop.
The person who sent her the USB flash drive must have wanted her to see what was in it.
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