CEO Broke Down and Cried After I Divorced Him novel Chapter 698

At this moment, Dylan only felt a faint ache in his chest, but he quickly shifted to the main point.

"I’ve already had Desmond start investigating Vivian’s son. I’ve also arranged for someone to handle your bail. You’ll be out soon."

"You act like I don’t have my own people," Suzy replied coldly.

"The people under me are no less capable than yours. Besides..." She raised an eyebrow. "If I needed bail, you’d be the last person I’d rely on."

Her tone sharpened as she added, "Dylan, let me be honest with you—you should focus on finding that woman you slept with. Don’t wait until her baby is born and you still haven’t tracked her down."

"So, you’re saying you’re planning to use yourself as bait to lure that person out?"

Dylan ignored her words entirely, redirecting the conversation to where he wanted it to go.

Suzy was speechless.

Forget it. She should let him do what he wanted.

She rose from her seat without sparing him another glance or a goodbye. Without hesitation, she walked out of the visitation room.

Dylan’s gaze remained fixed on her retreating figure, his dark eyes growing even deeper and more inscrutable.

…

On the matter of Vivian’s son, both Allen and Desmond had conducted thorough investigations.

Yet, neither found any evidence of shady dealings or improper transactions.

Everything about him seemed perfectly normal.

Unable to resolve their doubts over the phone, the two arranged to meet in person.

"If someone was behind this, they’d have offered him something in return," Desmond said, taking a drag from his cigarette.

"But there’s no sign of any transactions in his accounts. What are we supposed to think—he got paid in cash?"

Allen, watching Desmond, gestured for a cigarette himself.

However, he only held it, sniffing it lightly without lighting it.

"What?" Allen asked, his tone half-curious, half-amused.

Desmond gritted his teeth. "I want to hire a priest to send their souls straight to hell, so they can’t reincarnate and cause any more trouble in the next life!"

Allen nodded solemnly. "I’d support that."

Desmond chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, enough joking. Let’s focus on what we’re supposed to do next."

Allen raised his eyes to the distant sky, his tone steady. "We do nothing. Just like my boss said—we hand the initiative over to the other side."

"Do nothing?" Desmond frowned.

"Vivian’s son is adamant that Mrs. Wright is the murderer. We’ve managed to keep the news contained for now, but there’s no such thing as a completely airtight cover-up. The rumors have already started."

"My boss doesn’t care about that," Allen said reassuringly.

"Trust her. And trust your Mrs. Wright, she’ll turn the tables in her favor."