Chapter 1114 - 517: Returning from the Grand Dream (7) (Second Update)

Chapter 1114: Chapter 517: Returning from the Grand Dream (7) (Second Update)

Kenneth Osborne came in a rush and left in a rush.

Edward Foster finished his phone call and realized Kenneth Osborne had already left.

He smiled and approached Lawrence Winters, asking, "Why did Mr. Osborne leave?"

"He’s a very busy person. For him to make time to come for a meal was already impressive, how could he stay on and waste time?" Lawrence Winters’ tone was slightly sour, with a hint of complaint.

Edward Foster was even more sour, but he didn’t dare show it and quickly changed the topic, "Lawrence, I asked Andre. After the second round of the competition, you guys will have a few days off. Do you want to go hunting with me?"

Lawrence Winters laughed, "... To Africa? The timing is too tight, isn’t it?"

"No, you can hunt here too. I can help you get a hunting license." Edward Foster enthusiastically offered.

Here, even fishing requires a license, let alone hunting.

At this moment, Lawrence Winters was fully preoccupied with figuring out how to investigate Miss Thomas, absentmindedly replying, "Alright, if it’s convenient."

But how could it be convenient?

Such licenses generally require personal attendance to apply, along with training and exams.

If someone else applies on one’s behalf, the difficulty is unusually high.

Of course, where there’s a will, there’s a way. Solutions always outnumber problems.

...

Lawrence Winters didn’t sleep well all night, sorting through all the circumstances again.

It must be said that her only breakthrough at this point was Miss Thomas.

Because Mrs. Fang, Mr. Yu, and Diana Thomas are all locals with records to investigate.

Although Diana Thomas passed away early, from childhood to adulthood, many people knew her, and her news even appeared in the newspapers.

Only this Miss Thomas seemed to have suddenly emerged from the underground, with her experiences before college completely blank.

As for college, she provided proof of attending university in Europe.

This increased the difficulty of the investigation.

Lawrence Winters certainly couldn’t fly to Europe at short notice, not to mention she hadn’t even applied for a visa to Europe...

So from what angle should she start?

Lawrence Winters thought through the night but remained clueless.

Rising early in the morning, she drew open the curtains and gazed out at the entire community.

Indeed, the average house prices here are in the eight figures, and the scenery is truly naturally integrated, like living in a natural oxygen bar.

The air was fresh, and the community was veiled in a faint mist, covering the lush greens, the rich purples, the refreshing whites, and the brilliant yellows with a layer of filter, and the large houses of various styles, though arranged in a random pleasing manner, were harmonious and tranquil, as beautiful as paradise.

Her mood suddenly lifted.

Yes, there will be a way, as long as she tries.

Lawrence Winters changed into athletic wear and running shoes and went for a run in the community.

At five in the morning, Melany Community was as quiet as a dream.

Even the occasional dog barking that could be heard usually was absent, the birds in the trees still in their final dreams, and the insects also halted their calls at the dawn’s first light.

Lawrence Winters jogged along, unknowingly arriving at the French country villa that Miss Thomas had previously rented.

Since Miss Thomas was taken into strict custody in the mental hospital’s intensive care unit, no one had lived here.

Grass grew wildly in the yard, in some places reaching nearly knee-high.

Green ivy climbing on the fence practically inundated the entire white fence.

Her eyesight was good, and she could even see the moss growing on the walls of the French country villa’s deep-end garden path.

At first glance, this house seemed like a castle lost in time, with the Princess inside long gone, leaving only the castle behind to tell the story of the Princess to future generations.

Lawrence Winters again felt that strange emotion, she stopped her steps, stood under the sycamore tree at the garden gate, and looked inside for a while.

At this moment, a slight sound of car braking reached her from behind.

Lawrence Winters turned around and saw it was an Uber car parked by the roadside.

The car door opened, and a slim middle-aged white woman got out of the car, then went to the rear trunk to get her luggage.

After she took out all her items, the Uber car drove away, and she approached Lawrence Winters with a polite smile, asking, "Excuse me, who are you? Do you have any business here?"

Lawrence Winters knew that abroad one shouldn’t linger too long on the small path before someone’s door as it would be considered "trespassing on private property," which could have certain legal consequences.

She quickly said, "I knew Miss Thomas who used to live here. Thinking of her current situation, I felt a bit regretful, so I stayed a while longer. Are you moving in?"

The middle-aged white woman smiled and said, "I am Mrs. Miller. This is my house. I ended my vacation early and came back to handle some matters."