Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel Chapter 267

What was wrong with this person?

Just by looking at Shane's expression, Charlotte could tell that this person was very important.

"Do you have a grudge against him?" Avery was also chilled by Shane's aura. "Don't tell me you asked me to investigate all the professional assassins because of him."

"Yes."

"F*ck, then this Rick must be really powerful. He got your enemy to assassinate his own cousin? But, you are a businessman, how would you know this kind of person?"

"He killed Heidi."

All of a sudden, there was a dead silence.

Avery looked quickly to Charlotte. She shook her head at him, and only then did he let out a sigh of relief.

As long as Charlotte didn't mind Shane's past, it would be good as long as the others didn't mention his sore spot.

Shane stood there and stared at the screen for a long time. It wasn't until his eyes felt sore that he looked away and returned to his seat. Charlotte followed him and sat down beside him, passing him a prepared cup of coffee.

Shane came to his senses and took the cup of coffee. "You have to watch out."

"Isn't the best way to stay safe to stay with you?" she said with a smile.

It was a good thing for her to think that way.

Shane nodded.

Peter's efficiency had improved as he worked well with Avery. One of them was hacking while the other collated the data. Within half an hour, they finished gathering all the data.

The man who kidnapped Heidi and killed Mielle was called Joe Hills. Although he had the name of a countryman, he was actually a foreigner. He was born in a noble family and was very tasteful and handsome. He was a legitimate gentleman.

His background allowed him to kill without making waves.

Because even if people know that he's the killer, his family would take care of everything for him.

But seven years ago, his family suffered a devastating blow, and some of their resources were taken over by other families. He also disappeared in that incident. Whether it was within the country or without, people generally thought he had disappeared or died.

"Joe Hills is a very common name." Charlotte was reading his file. "He's not married, has no hobbies. The only thing special about him is that he likes detective novels and films."

"He chose to be a killer in order to satisfy his abnormal interests," Avery explained.

"This person is a little weird," whispered Charlotte.

"If he's not weird, why would he become a killer? Moreover, this is his career."

That was true.

Peter continued to gather more information. After several minutes, he finally sat down beside Charlotte and Avery. "Can we really be sure that it's him? I checked the hotel's surveillance and didn't see him."

"He recently came to the country, and he did appear near Evergreen Street. According to Shane, the possibility of it being him is very high." Avery leaned back in his chair. He was obviously very tired, but he still used all his energy to process the information.

They couldn't be sloppy when it came to this.

"In my opinion, the surveillance can be modified or even deleted, but there's no way to change someone's habits or their scent," Charlotte suggested.

Someone's habit and scent.

This gave Avery and Peter a direction to look into. As a killer, he would definitely leave behind evidence they could pursue, such as plane tickets or purchase records.

It was true that he did not have to worry about leaving records on his weapon, but what about everyday necessities such as food and shelter?

Avery and Peter continued to work, but Charlotte couldn't stay awake any longer and fell asleep on Avery's sofa.

Shane took off his suit jacket and covered her with it. He bent down and massaged the space between her eyebrows with his long fingers. Charlotte was still semi- conscious and hadn't fallen completely asleep. She smiled and purred like a little kitten.

Shane's lips curled up and his long fingers couldn't help but land on her bed. Charlotte stretched out her hand but couldn't grab it. She could only pout and push his hand away.

"Mr. Fuller, are you teasing Charlotte?" Avery had been anxious, but now he saw Shane teasing Charlotte.

"Impressive! He's too impressive!" Avery thought.

Shane came to his senses and withdrew his hand. He glanced at Avery and asked, "What's wrong?" "It's getting late. We've almost figured it out. Let's go out for breakfast and then you can go home to sleep," Avery said.

"Alright." Shane simply picked up Charlotte.

"Thank you, Mr. Fuller." Cole's eyebrows arched.

Peter didn't have any reaction. He acted as though this was something Shane should do.

When Avery saw this, his hand moved from his cup above the bridge of his nose to block the scene.

"No problem. Let's eat." Shane gestured for them to eat.

"Is this how you usually talk?" Avery asked curiously.

"What's wrong?" Cole tilted his head. In his heart, Avery had become one of Mr. Fuller's own people. That was why he responded to Avery's question that way.

If it were any other day, if someone was 'suspicious' about the way he interacted with Mr. Fuller, he would respond in an extremely cold

manner.

Avery smiled and shook his head, "No, I just feel that the rumors are not credible. I've always heard that Mr. Fuller always stresses out his subordinates. Looks like it's just a rumor."

"Mr. Fuller stressing us out and treating us well are not mutually exclusive." This was how Cole playfully replied.

Shane glared at him coldly.

Cole could only lower his head and immediately start to eat his sandwich.

He knew when to back down.

"Cole, you don't have to be so afraid of Shane right now." Charlotte didn't think it was a big deal as she watched the scene unfold. "Right now, Mr. Fuller doesn't have anything. There's only the few of us by his side. He should be afraid that we'll leave him."

"Miss Charlotte, it's all the same."

"You are really good to Shane. Peter, what do you think?"

Peter had been eating his breakfast when the topic suddenly turned to him. He looked up blankly and said, "Ms. Emerson, these sandwiches are delicious."

Everyone burst into laughter.