Time Travel to Become Your Sweetheart

Chapter 58 Cliché Still Works the Best

Jane couldn't use her arm for now. She asked the nurse to bring her phone over and checked the

Duncan Group's stock price.

The stock price fluctuated slightly, but it was rising. What the hell?

Jane blinked and was sure that she was not mistaken.

"Madam, be careful with your arm."

The nurse was speechless. She didn't know why Jane was so restless as rich as she was.

"I want to see the news."

Jane was curious about what the reporters had written. There was a picture in the news. That should

be after she fainted, William carried her out of the hall.

One could only see William's back. And Jane's face had blood on it.

She didn't know if the photographer's hands were trembling, but her face was blurry, though her double

chin was obvious.

"Why can't they choose a picture with me looking good in it?"

Jane was very angry. It must be a female editor who was so jealous that she had such a handsome

husband that she picked the ugliest picture.

Although William did not show his face, his figure was tall and upright. No one would think he was ugly

judging from the photo.

The nurse secretly called Frederic to tell him that madam reacted strongly to the news.

"Strongly? Perhaps madam is tired of hitting the headlines for getting hurt, while the jewelry design had

only one line of words and was easy to miss."

Frederic was in the president's office. When William heard the phone call, he put down the documents

in hand.

Frederic understood what the boss meant. He put it on speaker so that Frederic could hear and saved

himself the effort to pass on the message later.

"Madam didn't say anything about the design."

"Then what did she say?"

Frederic asked.

"Madam said..."

The nurse was paid and could only say the truth, "Madam is very angry because she had a double chin

in the picture."

Jane tried her best to lose weight and massage her face. She had just seen some progress before

crushed by the ruthless reality.

William was amused and shook his head. He never knew what she was thinking.

They couldn't put the news to rest. It was not something that money could handle.

Among the guests last night, some were enemies. These people had waited long for a chance to

damage the Duncan Group. Even though the reporters would keep their mouths shut, they had other

ways to spread the news.

In this way, the Duncan Group would lose control and could only be pushed about.

Therefore, William agreed to let the reporters release the photo, and out of so many photos, this was

the only one that he didn't show his face at all, which suited his needs.

The picture was blurry, and Jane's face could not be seen clearly. But who knew that she would be

upset with things like that.

After hanging up, William asked Frederic, "Do you know anything about beauty treatment?"

"Boss, I heard that France has the latest thin face massager."

Women all wanted to be beautiful, and so did Frederic's ex-girlfriend. He was about to buy her the

latest massage apparatus when he became an ex.

He was serious with every relationship, but none of them could last.

Frederic felt sorry for himself and answered.

"Order one for me. I want the best one for Jane."

With that, he awkwardly coughed twice and got back to work.

Frederic was speechless. He really wanted to warn William that what happened the other night was

very corny!

"Cliché still works the best." C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

As a result, there were several minor accidents on William's way home from work.

Many pretty girls followed suit. Some of them pretended to have scratched William's car, while some

paid someone to steal William's wallet and yelled behind, "Thief, stop!"

Frederic rubbed his forehead and looked at the phone and wallet in his boss's hand that was almost

lost. He was speechless.

It wasn't fun at all.

Before they arrived at the hospital, Frederic received another phone call. The police found some clues

and wanted William to cooperate with the investigation.

"Boss, the police suspect that this case has something to do with the kidnapping of Mrs. Duncan."

Frederic didn't understand. The couple wasn't close at all. It was useless to hurt Jane to hurt William.

Frederic was sure that until yesterday, Jane was still an insignificant stranger.

"Let's go."

Half an hour later, William appeared at the police station.

The fact that there happened a crime at the charity dinner with so many political celebrities present had

a very bad influence. So the police force paid special attention to the case.

"Do you know who the criminal is?"

William frowned. The kidnappers were after Jane, but the one at the charity dinner was indeed after

him.

The murderer must know him well after such painstaking preparations.

Therefore, he was inclined to believe that it was two groups of people.

"After the incident, we checked the identities of all the guests and all the staff and found a suspicious

waiter."

The personnel had been tightly screened to prevent anything from going wrong.

A waiter was knocked unconscious and thrown into the bathroom before the lights went out. Someone

replaced him and borrowed his identity.

The waiter who was knocked unconscious did not see the criminal's face and did not even know if that

person was a man or a woman.

After recreating the crime scene, the police figured that the murderer was around 5' 7" in height, and

the gender was uncertain.

The cameras at the scene were damaged to varying degrees, and the power was cut off during the

incident, leaving no clues behind.

"So, we invited you here to ask if you're in any severe conflict with someone you know?"

The police were depressed. The Duncans controlled half of Asia's economic lifeline and was the most

influential family in City J.

Although Mr. Duncan was safe, Mrs. Duncan was injured. If the police couldn't solve the case, they

would seem too incompetent.

That was why they turned to William and wanted to know if he had any enemies.

"Severe conflict..."

Frederic secretly rolled his eyes. His boss rarely attended parties, except for charity dinners when there

were no bodyguards or assistants by his side.

The Duncan Group had dabbled in so many industries, and they all said that business is war without

bullets. It wasn't easy for William to give a name because there were too many of them.

The Duncan Group never did anything illegal and always obeyed the laws.

"Mr. Duncan, judging from the way it's done, that person might have accomplices. Whether it was the

power outage, destroying the cameras, or getting the seating arrangements, none of it can be done

alone."

The police did not tell any of this to the public, afraid of alerting the enemy.

The murderer was cunning and possessed counter-reconnaissance capabilities.

"Have you noticed anything wrong?"

William pondered for a moment before nodding in response to another question from the police.

"One day at the beginning of the year, I received an unsigned mysterious mail."

William tried his best to recall. He opened the mail and saw a black greeting card. It was pitch black

without a single word on it.

Just as he was about to close it, a depressing piece of music sounded. It was Black Friday, a forbidden

song.

William was very surprised. This song had long since been destroyed because hundreds of people who

had heard it died in pain, for being unable to withstand the sorrow in it.