Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 1318
It was as if an invisible force loomed overhead, manipulating the fate of Greenfield
After driving a few miles, Tyler hit the brakes hard
He frowned, pulled out his cell, and dialed lan’s number.
lan, it came back to me Fitch said he’d be all in on that task you gave him. Before he headed out to Crystalbrook Valley, he was
digging through hospital archives
lan stood by a window gazing into the distance mindful of the time difference.
Tyler, hold off on any moves I’ve got my people on it lan said
“How can i just sit here? Do you have any idea how freaked out I am? I’m scared Phelps or I could be next, and we still don’t
know who the enemy is lan, it doesn’t feel real that Fitch is gone He shouldn’t have died like this.”
lan took a deep breath Tll be flying back soon
“Have you lost your mind?”
Tyler roared, then lowered his voice
“Things are a mess here in Greenfield, especially since you left. Bernard’s been out cold, hasn’t woken up yet. Without someone
to cover you up top, even your father is talking about cutting you off from the Raymond clan If it weren’t for the shares you hold,
you’d be out on your ear already. The Raymonds are all worried about Enc, thinking you’re envious, that you can’t stand him
alive and well, so you decided to take him out. People working in this industry have bought into this story, too. After all, you were
aggressively taking over the Morris holdings, leaving no room for your kin. They think you’re capable of anything
Tyler pulled out a smoke but remembering the charred corpse he had seen, felt a pang in his heart.
lan don’t come back yet. The Haskins are on this too, and so are the authorities Flying back into this storm is like walking into the
line of fire. Finish what you’ve got going
on first

After hanging up. Tyler’s gaze was dark as he stared ahead.
He rarely visited the Bennitts these years, and since they stayed out of such affairs, they couldn’t be much help with this
investigation.
Rubbing his temples, he drove back to the hospital
Back at Phelps office door, he pushed it open to find Phelps with a cigarette between his fingers, staring out the window lost in
thought.
“Phelps, since when do you smoke?
Phelps flicked the butt away, his tone indifferent. “Picked it up abroad. You and Fitch asked the very same thing”
Tyler’s eyes lingered on his fingertips, his own eyes reddening.
“Yeah, with what happened to Fitch
A knock from outside, Dr Herrington, emergency surgery”
Phelps grabbed his white coat, ready to leave, then glanced at Tyler “Go get some rest. You look terrible
Tyler nodded, but once Phelps left, he felt aimless He sat on the window seat, drew the curtains to hide himself, inhaling the
antiseptic scent of the hospital, his head
throbbing
At six in the morning
Phelps re–entered, shedding his white coat
His phone rang Whatever was said on the other end turned his tone icy
“No sign of him?”
“Where could he have gone?”
“Keep searching, and keep an eye on the Haskins moves”

With that, he stepped out, not noticing the curtain twitch
Tyler sat hidden, silently scrolling through his phone. He didn’t leave, enveloped in silence, lost in thought
Five minutes later, the office door swung open again
Phelps stood at the threshold, calling into the room.