Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 491 Does He Have a Girlfriend?

“Impossible!” They panicked. The scene where Catherine signed thecontract appeared in their mind.

In disbelief, another man echoed, “We saw her sign it personally. Afterthat, we checked several times, afraid she might have missedsomething.”

“We didn’t lie, Mr. Eastwood.” The man in the lead looked into Leslie'seyes, which were sparking anger flames.

“Where is her signature?” Leslie gazed at them icily. He only caredabout the result. “Tell me where her signature is.”

All the men recalled what had happened the previous night. Catherinepicked up an ordinary pen and signed her name in black. They couldstill remember her writing.

However, she didn’t look resistant when signing the contract, nor didshe go through the conditions carefully, which was the only abnormality.“Mr. Eastwood, well...” Aman was puzzled. “The contract cannot beswitched. I kept it in my safe. Besides, all of us saw her sign thecontract personally.”

“I did. Her writing was beautiful.”

Listening to them, Leslie frowned. His chest heaved up and down. Thenhe took over the agreement and took a closer look at the blank.Suddenly, a man asked, “Did she use a pen with erasable ink?"

His words attracted others’ attention, but he wasn't sure as he justmade a wild guess.

“The erased ink has two types. One will vanish under the heat; theother vanish after a certain time,” he explained, “My daughter has sucha magical pen.”

His words seemed to reach the breakthrough of their questions.

“After practicing calligraphy with such a pen, the characters will beerased in ten minutes without a trace.”

The office was in dead silence.

Evidently, they were fooled by Catherine.

Leslie smashed the agreement on the desk, eyes full of murderouslooks. He bit out, each word a staccato, “Take me to her.”

“Yes, Mr. Eastwood.”

Then they left the office and delayed a meeting, heading for Catherine'sapartment.

Meanwhile, the Marsh Group.

Linda knocked on the door of the president's office and entered with afile. “Morning, Mr. Russell. This file is urgent. I need your review andapproval.”

“OK.” Finnley took it over, looking easygoing.

Linda plucked up her courage and asked with a smile, “Can I add youon my WhatsApp and Twitter, please? It'll be helpful to talk about thework in the future. After all, we cooperate frequently now.”

“Sure,” Finnley agreed immediately. He pulled out his phone withouthesitation.

Linda was overjoyed as it was too smooth.

She tried to keep calm, added his IDs on the two apps, and left.

Back in the vice president's office, Linda couldn't calm down after along while. She summoned up her courage and sent Finnley a cartoonemoji to say hi on WhatsApp.

A minute later, Finnley replied with another emoji in response.

Linda giggled while staring at it.

She believed some goals could be achieved if she was brave enough.Curling up in the chair, she browsed Finnley’s posts and shares. Heupdated Twitter once or twice monthly. Seemingly he disliked twitting.His posts had nothing to do with his work but a few moments in his life.While browsing them, Linda found he was fond of playing basketball.Half photos posted were relevant to the basketball court. He made thesunset scene appealing.

Linda finished browsing all his posts within 20 minutes, which recordedhis 10-year life. None had anything to do with a woman.

It seemed he was single.

Linda was confused. “If he had a girlfriend, why did he never postanything about her? He didn’t have even a photo to show breakfast fortwo persons.”

She failed to replace the clue to prove that he had a girlfriend.

Linda was delighted.