Twin Treasures: The CEO Wife's 99-Day of Revelations

Chapter 1082: Chapter 1082: Lenny Is Dead, Murdered

A burst of laughter echoed from the hillside; it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, a traditional festive day.

Plus, with Hailey Hale being pregnant, today was truly a day of great joy, happiness upon happiness.

With many hands at work, delicious food was quickly prepared, such as sweet potatoes, corn, and an assortment of fresh meat skewers.

Hailey only had some fruits; she felt joyful inside, yet also a bit apprehensive—being a mom for the first time, she wasn’t quite prepared yet.

Finn Morgan was by her side the whole time, and he was very happy too.

Almost everyone gathered around Hailey, turning her into a person of national treasure status.

”Hailey, make sure you don’t catch a cold during pregnancy; pregnant women can’t take medicine!”

”Mm-hmm.” The girl nodded. ”Okay, thank you, I’ll remember.”

”Hailey, during pregnancy, eat small and frequent meals, don’t let yourself go hungry! Keep some nutritious snacks in your bag.”

”Mm-hmm, okay.”

Justin Kingston looked at her, ”How about giving you a long vacation? If you’re not feeling well, don’t come to the company.”

”Then will you also give my husband a long leave?” Hailey blurted out.

Everyone was amused by her.

Justin replied, ”Unless he gets pregnant, then it’s negotiable.”

Hailey wished she could be with Finn Morgan all the time; women need a sense of security, and besides, she had no discomfort except for not being able to stand greasy things.

Mia Lane came to Ethan Dalton with a skewer in hand; she squatted down and patiently asked, ”Ethan, do you like this? I didn’t put any chili, okay?”

Ethan showed no defense against her; he neither refused nor nodded, just quietly met her gaze.

Mia’s lips curled up as she placed the fragrant skewer to his lips, ”Come on, open up!”

David Dalton wiped his son’s drool; everyone noticed the child’s abnormality, but Stella said the more autistic, the more they need to engage with others.

”Ian, what’s up with that kid?” Vera Ford couldn’t help but glance again, asking curiously and softly.

Ian Shelby was grilling skewers, not raising his head as he said, ”I don’t know.” He had noticed the child’s abnormality, but he wasn’t one to gossip.

Nor would he continuously stare at others’ scars; that’s basic decency.

At this point, Justin’s phone rang. He walked under the big maple tree, glanced at the caller ID, and answered, ”Hello, Jerry.”

”Mr. Kingston, Lenny, whom we’re tracking, is dead. The trail has been broken,” Jerry Garcia reported, ”He died unnaturally, human-caused, and we haven’t found the perpetrator yet.”

This made Justin feel more certain that there was someone behind Joan Graham, ”Check into Joan Graham, track all her movements, all anomalies, and everyone she interacted with.”

”Yes.”

A sharp glint appeared in Justin’s eyes. Just after he hung up, David Garcia received a call too.

The person on the other end reported the same content—Lenny, who attacked Sean Dalton, was dead, murdered.

This made David Garcia uneasy; his brow furrowed slightly, holding the phone, looking out over the hillside, ”Then investigate Joan Graham; it must be found out quickly.”

”Yes.”

The call ended, and he felt heavy-hearted, always worried about something happening to Stella.

Because the opponent was reckless with lives and was not kind; they’re in the dark while they are in the light.

The weather was quite nice today.

In a seemingly abandoned factory on the outskirts, because it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, John Jennings had given his subordinates with elderly and children at home a short holiday to let them go home for the festival.

There were only three people in the large room.

The original cold decor now felt even colder.

John Jennings, dressed in a long black robe, sat in a wicker chair on the terrace, cutting mooncakes with a dagger, flanked on either side by two subordinates, all silently watching him, the room especially quiet.

He used the dagger to fork a piece and put it in his mouth, chewing with boredom, ”Have you tracked Mia Lane’s schedule?”