Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 905 May Not Be Father And Daughter

Chapter 905 May Not Be Father And Daughter

"And then what? Did you hear from the police what was said between them?" Jared said quietly, pinching his nose.

Ben shook his head, "I'm sorry, Mr. Farrell, no. The policeman said when Connor Stockert arrived, he asked to see Alice alone. The police couldn't let him get away with Alice, but Connor Stockert was also a big taxpayer. The police wouldn't say no to his little request, so they don't know what they said when they met alone, but..""

"Just say it!" Jared scowled.

Ben coughed. He did not hesitate to go on, "One of the police officers who brought Connor Stockert to Alice did, however, provide some surprising information about Stockert's attitude toward Alice, and Alice's attitude toward Stockert. He said they didn't look like father and daughter, more like superiors and subordinates."

"Oh?" Jared stopped his hand on the bridge of his nose and looked a little suspicious, "Superiors and subordinates?"

"That's what the officer said, but ! don't know, because I didn't see it." Ben answered.

Jared rubbed his thumb a few times, "Did he elaborate on why they weren't like father and daughter, but like superiors and

subordinates?"

"Yes." Ben nodded, "He said that When Connor Stockert met Alice, there was no emotion or joy in his face. If he's not happy, he should be angry. After all, a father should be angry when his daughter did something this bad. But he didn't. Connor Stockert was calm when he saw Alice, as if she is not his daughter, but someone unrelated"

"Well.." Jared lowered his eyes and murmured thoughtfully before asking again, "What about Alice?"

"Alice, too, did not look happy to see Connor Stockert. If they were a normal father and daughter, wouldn't she be thrilled to

see him come to her rescue? But Alice didn't. When she saw Connor Stockert, she was horrified."

*Horrified?"

Ben nodded, "Yeah, I double-checked, and the officer said she was scared. It was impossible for them, in their line of work, who have met so many different people, to have misread that expression."

Jared stopped talking because that was true.

It was not until sometime later that he spoke again, "Go on"

"Okay." Ben continued, "Alice was afraid of Connor Stockert, and that fear was genuine. Police say Connor Stockert must have done something to her, so she was so scared when she saw Connor Stockert. The policeman was also surprised when Alice saw Connor Stockert, instead of calling him father or dad, she called him "Mr. Stockert". That's why the cops were wondering if they were father and daughter."

When the father saw his daughter, he did not feel happy, nor did he feel angry.

When the daughter saw her father, she was not excited to be saved, but terrified.

It was weird in every way.

Jared narrowed his eyes and didn't say anything. He was thinking.

Alice was afraid of Connor Stockert.

Connor Stockert did something really horrible to Alice.

Would a father do something terrible to his daughter?

There must be such fathers in the world, but he still betieved they were in the minority.

Connor Stockert, no matter how sick he was, was unlikely to do anything terrible to his daughter. Unless, of course, they were not father and daughter!

Not father and daughter...

Jared's eyes flashed as the thought came to his mind.

Yeah, well, if they weren't father and daughter, that would explain everything.

"Ben." Jared said.

When Ben heard this, he stood up, "Mr. Farrell, what can I do for you?"

"Find a way to get DNA from Alice and Connor Stockert. Jared said quietly.

Ben realized something and asked, "Mr. Farrell, do you think.."

Jared said yes.

Ben took a breath, "It's possible. I just don't get it. If they're not really father and daughter, why would they pretend to be?"

Jared's eyes were dark, "It's no use thinking about it now. We'll replace out."

"Okay." Ben said.

Jared rubbed his temples, "How was the meeting after I left?"

Ben rolled his eyes when he heard this.

Oh, Mr. Farrell, you remembered being the president and the Group and meetings you left behind.

He longed to throw out the words, but dared not.

So, all he could do was to take a deep breath, calm himself, and force a smile, "Mr. Farrell, you can rest assured that nothing

went wrong at the meeting. After you left, I organized everyone to continue the meeting"

The meeting was not a particularly important one and did not necessarily require the presence of Mr. Farrell as boss.

As a matter of fact, the meeting could go on with or without Mr. Farrell, the boss, because the industry and the amount of money involved were small.

That was why he, as a special assistant, dared to continue the meeting.

If there were too many industries and too much money involved, he would not be able to chair the meeting for Mr. Farrell.

Jared was pleased to hear that the meeting went well and was over, "That's good. That's all. I gotta go."

Then he hung up the phone. The whole process was ruthless.

Mr. Farrell, if you wanted to hang up, that was fine, but before you did, could you please tell me if you still wanted to come

to the Group today?

There was a pile of papers waiting for you to sign!

Ben looked over his shoulder at the high pile of papers on Jared's desk and sighed with a terrible headache.

So many files, all

f them were rushed. When the hell was Mr. Farrell coming back to deal with

It was all money!

Ben clutched at his hair frantically.

But after a while, Ben suddenly stayed calm and looked at the papers.

Weil, whatever.

It was Mr. Farrell's own company, and it was Mr. Farrell's own money.

Since the boss was not in a hurry, why should he, as an employee, be anxious?

With that thought, Ben felt relieved and walked out of Jared's office singing.

At Kelsington Bay, after putting his phone down, Jared sat down in a chair with his fingers crossed on the desk in front of

him.

There was no light on and the curtains were closed, so it looked dark.

Jared also appeared to be in the dark, making it hard to see his face. He looked mysterious and sullen.

Just then, there was a knock on the door and Amber's soft voice was heard outside, "Jared?"

Hearing the woman calling, Jared looked up, dropped his hand from his desk, got up, walked to the door, and opened it.

Amber looked at the dark study and then at the man in front of her, frowning slightly, "Why don't you turn on the light?"

"I forgot it" Jared said.

Amber didn't bother to ask if he really forgot or left it on purpose, but asked something else, "Are you feeling better?"

She's talking about digesting being a substitute.

Jared had his eyelids down, "Yeah."

"Your mother.."

"I don't blame her, but I won't have feelings for her anymore. Now I only have respect for her.' Jared dropped his eyes and

whispered.

Although his mother was kind to him, he really couldn't stand the idea of using him as a substitute.

That was not what a mother did!