My ex-wife is so beautiful novel (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 888 Strange Call

Chapter 888 Strange Call

"Mr. Farrell, is there anything else I can do for you?" Ben asked again, holding back his complaints.

Jared looked down for a moment, "Did you get any strange phone calls or people today?"

Strange phone call? Strange people?

Ben shook his head in confusion, "No, Mr. Farrell. Did something happen?"

"Alice Stockert's lawyer is the group's former head of the legal department; Jared said.

Ben thought back and remembered a face, "You mean, York Wall?"

"Yes." Jared lifted his chin, "He was hired by Connor Stockert for Alice Stockert, just to try and get me to let Alice Stockert go, but the deal fell apart, so Connor Stockert could have called you and asked you about me, or find someone else to spy on the group"

All in all, Connor Stockert probably wouldn't be contacting him easily.

After all, he was Hendrik Farrell's son.

Who wanted to be in touch with the son of a rival?

"Oh, I see" Ben nodded, "Don't worry, Mr. Farrell, I haven't had any cold calls or seen anyone strange today"

Jared nodded, "That's good"

"Oh, Mr. Farrell" Ben seemed to think of something. So, he pushed his glasses and asked, "What is Connor Stockert's relationship with Alice Stockert? Why would he do so much for Alice Stockert? Are they really father and daughter, as we thought?"

Jared scowled and didn't answer.

Ben's eyes widened as he realized something from his silence, "Really? Father and daughter?"

Jared let out a sneer, "Just an illegitimate child"

Ben gasped, "Illegitimate daughter... Alice Stockert is twenty-seven this year if I remember correctly. Doesn't that mean... Ben's eyes widened and he stopped. He felt sorry for Jared's mother.

He was one of the people who knew about her past.

So, it was hard to be at peace now that Connor Stockert fathered a child out of wedlock in the third year of Mrs. Farrell's marriage.

What about the deal that he would wait for Mrs. Farrell and never get a woman?

Eventually, not only did he find another woman, he even got an illegitimate daughter.

People at the Capital were still saying Connor Stockert was a good guy, saying that he always loved Mrs. Farrell, and he didn't get married because of Mrs. Farrell.

But in fact, behind the scenes, he did just everything.

It was foolish of Mrs. Farrell to fall in love with such a man.

Thinking of that, Ben swore at Connor Stockert over and over, then asked with concern, "Mr. Farrell, are you all right?"

He was so angry to hear that Alice Stockert was Connor Stockert's illegitimate daughter.

Jared, the son of the old Mrs. Farrell, was understandably even angrier.

Now Mr. Farrell's heart was getting weaker every day, and he must not get too angry or too emotional.

So, he was worried about Mr. Farrell's health.

"I'm ok" Jared squinted. His eyes were full of storm, "I had a guess, so after knowing about everything, I was prepared. I'm not that angry to want to kill him, and there is Little Leaf with me, I'm fine'

Ben's face was expressionless and he rolled his eyes.

Sure enough, he could not avoid hearing how much they loved each other.

He couldn't figure it out. He was concerned about Mr. Farrell.

Why did Mr. Farrell brag about how much they loved each other?

That was biting the hand that fed you.

The conversation couldn't go on anymore. He'd better hang up!

Then, Ben rolled his eyes and said as if nothing had happened, "Good. Well, Mr. Farrell, I must go. I have some urgent paperwork" "Okay." Jared gave his chin a cool, dignified lift.

Ben put the phone down and hung up with a blank face.

Not knowing what Ben was feeling, Jared put the phone down and threw it on the couch next to him, wiping his wet hair.

After wiping a while, he threw the towel on the arm of the sofa and walked to the kitchen without the slightest intention of drying his hair.

He went to the kitchen to make some nutritious soup for Amber when she woke up.

After several physical exercises, her strength and endurance were all much better than at the beginning, but she still could not meet the standard he set up and she was still too weak.

She needed more nutrition.

Jared thought as he worked quickly.

Amber was woken up by a ringing phone.

She took her hand out of the bed and, without opening her eyes, moved directly in the direction of the bedside table.

Even though she didn't know where she was right now, she just got through with just muscle memory.

With no difficulty, Amber swiped her thumb across the screen and held the phone to her ear, her voice husky and sleepy, "Hello, who's that?"

*.." There was nothing on the other end of the line.

Amber frowned, then nervously opened her eyes.

The room was dark. She held the phone up to her, the shiny screen shining so brightly in the dark room that she was almost blinded.

She quickly closed her eyes and put the phone back to her ear.

It was only a fleeting moment, but Amber could see what was on the screen.

It was an unknown caller, no location, just a string of numbers.

Apparently, the location of this number was hidden by the other party.

However, Amber was not surprised because she had to answer several cold calls a day from hidden locations, either for sales or clients.

Amber's expression did not change and she continued politely, "Hello, can you hear me?"

Still no response on the other end.

Amber would have thought the other person had hung up if they weren't actually talking.

Amber didn't force the other person to speak. She covered her lips and yawned. Her spirits rose a little, the sleepiness dissipated

a little, and she tried to make the sleepiness less in her voice, "Hi, if you have nothing to say, I'll go now. If you are a customer who wants

to cooperate with Goldstone, you can call me back when you have the language ready. I will be on 24 hours a day. Bye"

After politely saying this, Amber put the phone away, hung it up, opened her eyes again, and blinked a few times, acclimating to checking her phone in the dark.

When she saw the time on the screen of her phone, she gasped, then sat up in bed with wide-eyed eyes, "Oh, my God. It's 7:00 p.m.?"

She scratched her long hair and then looked in the direction of the French window. The curtains were closed so she could not see outside, but there were lights at the bottom of the curtains that showed her tha she had read correctly and that the time on her phone was correct. It was already 7 p.m.

It always got dark early in winter. It began to get dark at six o'clock, and now at seven o'clock. It was all dark outside, and the neon lights were on at night.

So, the light she saw was the neon light outside.

Amber lifted her forehead incredulously.

To her surprise, she slept until it was dark.

Of course, she knew how she fell asleep during the day. She was too tired.

She just didn't expect to sleep so long and went straight into the night.

Before she went to bed, she thought she would just sleep for a while and go to Goldstone in the afternoon.

But now...

Oh, no!