Chapter 620: Chapter 620



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Officer Miller told Boyce to sit down, “Tell me, who have you offended?”.

Boyce took a seat and said, “I guess it’s Declan Bailey.”

That confused the older man, “Declan Bailey?” He had never heard of that person.

Boyce explained that it was Declan Bailey, of the Bailey Family of B-Town.

Only then did Officer Miller understand the situation better, “Have you offended Mr. Bailey’s youngest son? The one who spoils no-nonsense? The rebellious one?”

“Yes.” Boyce lowered his gaze.

“You’re not a troublemaker, so how could that have happened?” Officer Miller knew Boyce well. Boyce was not a competitive person, and he had no contact with Declan because of work. Also, Declan was not a public servant, so there would be no conflict of interest between the two. It must have been for a personal reason.

Boyce didn’t hide the truth from Officer Miller either: “Remember the incident at the temple the other time? He captured my friend’s girlfriend. I’m investigating him for that. He probably got wind of it and tried to frame me for bribery.”

Officer Miller felt dejected. Old Mr. Bailey had a well-established reputation and network, and he helped many capable people in their careers. It wasn’t hard for him to crush someone.

“I’m fine. I can quit this job,” Boyce said casually.

Surely, he had his regrets, but if he could no longer work, he would also accept reality.

His words made Officer Miller’s eyes widen. He couldn’t agree with what Boyce had just said, “Remember what you said when you first came into my position? How dare you say you won’t work in this position anymore.”

Boyce wouldn’t want to resign as well, but it was a serious matter to be investigated by the supervisory department.

Officer Miller was silent for a moment before assuring Boyce, “I’ll find someone to help me.”

“You don’t need to spend a lot of time on me.” Boyce didn’t want to upset Officer Miller.

This made the older man upset, as he felt Boyce was not taking his future seriously. He couldn’t help but lecture him sternly, “What are you talking about? How can you not care about your career? Where have your former ambitions gone?”

Boyce lowered his gaze, falling silent. His greatest desire had always been to contribute to society and make his existence purposeful. This wasn’t what he wanted at all, but since it had happened, he could only be prepared for the worst.

He wasn’t going to tell anyone about this, especially Matthew. He was preparing for his wedding now, and Boyce wouldn’t want to disturb him during this period.

“Whatever happens, we must do everything we can to prove you innocent and solve this case. Don’t ever show your pessimism in front of me again, understood?”

Officer Miller was serious.

Boyce felt sorry for disappointing Officer Miller, who trusted him so much and had cultivated him all along.

Officer Miller suddenly stood up and picked up his hat, “I’m going to find out more about this case.”

Boyce didn’t know what to say. Officer Miller was like a father to him.

“Thank you.” This one word was not enough to express all of Boyce’s feelings, but it seemed to be the only thing he could say now.

Officer Miller patted him on the shoulder, “Cheer up. There’s no need to be afraid of all those made-up stories. And why thank me?”.

A smile appeared on Boyce’s face, “I appreciate your trust and your time, but I don’t know how to repay you for all you’ve done.”

“Being diligent in your work is the best gift to me.” Officer Miller then left the office.

Boyce took a deep breath, followed Officer Miller out of the office. He walked into his own office and saw Jasmine’s mother’s file on his desk. He picked it up and sent it back to the room of accomplishment. When he returned, he ran into one of his subordinates.

“Boyce, I have your letter here.”

“What letter?”

“It’s on my desk, let me get it for you.” The man quickly returned to his desk and passed the letter to Boyce, “Miss Burke told me to pass it on to you.” At the sound of his name, Boyce’s heart skipped a beat for a moment.

When Boyce took the letter, he asked, “When did she send it to you?”

“Yesterday.”

Boyce frowned, “Yesterday?”

“Yes, yesterday. He came looking for you, but you weren’t there. I gave him your address, but I guess he couldn’t find you, so he had me pass this letter along for you.”

Boyce understood the story, held the letter in his hand and went back to his office. He closed the door behind him and sat down by his desk. He stared at the letter for a moment and did not open it immediately. It was tucked away in a pink envelope.

Instead, he wondered what Jasmine would have written to him.

After a while, he slowly opened the envelope.

Lines of sentences written in black ink appeared in front of him. It had neat handwriting. Instead of beginning the letter formally, he went straight to the contents.

[At first I wanted to say goodbye to you in person, but I couldn’t find you. I guess we are not fated to meet.

It’s like our age. You already have a career of your own while I’m still a college student. There is too much distance between us.

Actually, I quite liked you, maybe it’s because I lack paternal love. I like mature and stable men, you are such a man. But I know we can’t be together. You need a wife to help you in your career, and I’ll never be someone like that.

I’m going to leave. I plan to leave B-town and never come back. We probably won’t have a chance to see each other again.

Thank you so much for taking care of me all this time. I am really grateful to you.

By the way, hurry up to find a partner, otherwise, you will be really old and lonely.

When you find a woman you like, you should be brave enough to pursue her, OK? You are too reserved. Don’t lose the woman of your life just because of that.

Lastly, I would like to wish you happiness. Always be happy.

Goodbye, forever.

From ‘Jasmine Burke].

Boyce looked down, showing no emotion on his face. There was no telling what he was feeling at that moment after reading the letter.

He folded the letter, put it back in the envelope and then on his desk. Pulling out his phone, he dialed her number, but it was no longer in use.

Before leaving B-town, Jasmine cancelled the phone contract she had signed here. She had truly made the decision to leave.

Boyce went back to his contact list and called Armand.

At that moment, Armand was giving Mistress Leslie a massage. Although she had regained the ability to speak, it was unlikely that she would be able to walk again, as she was already old.

Mrs. Leslie did not want to leave this world yet. She had not seen her only grandchild marry.

“When are you going to bring Theresa back?” Mrs. Leslie asked. She still loved Theresa the most.

“You were at fault last time. Apologize, or kneel before her if that’s what it takes to get her back.” Mistress Leslie was determined.

Armand replied, “I know.”

“Gosh, I was going to have a great-grandchild. My greatest wish in life is to see you and Theresa reconcile, and then give birth to children of your own. Then, I will have no regrets and can rest in peace when I die.”

“You’re going to live to be a hundred.” Armand gripped his grandmother’s hand tightly, “Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll get Theresa back and then give birth to lots of grandchildren for you. You have to take care of my children next time, so you must take good care of yourself now.”

Mrs. Leslie smiled. At that moment, Armand’s phone rang. He pulled it out. It showed that the caller was Boyce.

Armand answered the call, “Boyce?”

“Are you free now? Come have a drink with me.”

Armand sensed that Boyce seemed to be in a bad mood, “What’s wrong?”

“If you have time, come have a drink with me. Don’t ask so many questions.”

Armand pulled the phone away from his ear to glance at the caller ID again. It’s Boyce Shawn, what the hell is wrong with him?

Why is he so angry?

“I’m free. Where are you?” Armand asked.

“I’ll wait for you at the bar we’re usually at.”

“Okay.” Then Armand hung up and glanced at Mrs. Leslie, “It’s Boyce. He seemed upset and called me to have drinks with him.”

Mrs. Leslie sighed, “Does he have a girlfriend too?”

“Yes.”

“Geez, you all give us headaches, how is it possible you haven’t gotten married yet at this age?”

Armand patted his grandmother’s hand, “Don’t worry, I’ll be on my way.”

Madame Leslie waved her hand, “Go on. Don’t drink too much, and tell Boyce too. Alcohol is not good for the body.”

“I know. You rest well at home.” Armand took his car keys and said to the maid, “Take good care of my grandmother.”

The maid replied, “I will.”

When Armand left the house, he drove in the direction of the bar they used to frequent.

When he arrived, Boyce had already started drinking. He walked to Boyce’s side.

Grabbing a bottle, Armand filled the empty glass in front of him as he asked Boyce, “You got something on your mind?”

Boyce said it was nothing: “I’m just in a bad mood.”

Armand took a sip of wine, obviously not believing Boyce’s words, “You’re not the type to drink just because you’re in a bad mood. Tell me, what’s wrong?”

Boyce refilled his glass and gave Armand a look, “Just drink. What’s all this nonsense about?”

“Pfft.” Armand laughed.

Nothing on his mind? Just listen to that tone.

“Did you have a fight with your girlfriend?” continued to ask Armand.

Slowly, Boyce turned his head to look at Armand and spoke with a cold tone.

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