Chapter 213

Chapter 213: Finding a Private Investigator “What are you talking about? Is everything done?”

With a stern sound, Calliope came along.

The chattering staff immediately dispersed.

Calliope came to the makeup room, knocked on the door, and called, “Bella, am I in?”

There’s no sound inside.

Calliope paused for two seconds, then opened the door and entered.

Once inside, I saw bottles and cans falling on the ground, like dumping garbage cans, all kinds of garbage.

She closed the door, locked it behind her, walked over and stopped next to Bella.

Bella looked down, her long hair down, hiding her face and her anger.

Calliope looked at her knuckles leaning on the dressing table until they were white and said, “Why don’t you stop for a while and have a good rest?”

Since the incident of the little assistant, her mood has been extremely unstable, and these days she is even more sensitive, and she will get angry whenever there is something wrong.

Being a public figure, no good.

Bella looked up at her, her eyes red. “Now I don’t even have a job because of Uriah?”

When did she become so humble?

Calliope looked at her, frowning.

It turns out there was a problem with Uriah.

It’s just, back in the day, she wouldn’t have been so angry.

Is it because it’s serious, or is it because she’s in a bad mood?

Calliope walked over, hugged her, and patted her on the back.

Didn’t say anything.

Bella closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against Calliope’s shoulder as her anger subsided.

Half an hour later, Bella sat down on the couch, propped her forehead and closed her eyes. “You help me find the best private investigator, no matter how much it costs.”

“Good,” said Hermione.

“Investigating who?”

Bella opened her eyes and they glowed cold.

“Alva.”

Calliope looked at her and nodded, “I’ll arrange it, you have a rest first, and I’ll let them stop working later.”

“HMM.”

Calliope turned and went out.

Bella closed her eyes again.

When Calliope walked to the door, he said, “Buy me a new cell phone.”

“Good,” said Hermione.

The door closes.

Bella clenched her hand in her lap.

Verne, I know you sent that E–mail.

You want me to come to you.

Oh, you think I’m Bella stupid?

Make the same mistake?

You dream!

Alva is in the hotel, hasn’t gone out all day, and eats take–out.

The next day, too.

But the next morning, as she drank milk and looked at her notes, her phone rang.

Alva took the phone. It looks dead.

Seeing the caller’s name, she paused for a second and answered.

“Ambrose.”

She had been so busy for two days that she had forgotten about Ambrose’s coming, that it was only when Ambrose called that she realized he might be here.

“I’m getting off the plane. What hotel are you in?”

“Hotels in England.”

“Okay, I’m coming over now and I’ll call you back.”

“Good,” said Hermione.

After hanging up, Alva looked at the time and estimated that Ambrose would be there in an hour.

She kept busy.

It was almost an hour before Ambrose called.

“I’m at the hotel and I haven’t had breakfast yet. Come to the lobby in half an hour and we’ll talk over dinner.”

“All right, Ambrose.”

Don’t waste time.

Especially the boss.

He has more to do than she does.

Alva looked at the time, and twenty minutes later she went downstairs to the lobby and waited for Ambrose in the lobby lounge area.

Ambrose came down a few moments later.

He caught sight of her, came over, and said, “Where can I get breakfast in this place?”

The question caught Alva.

It is true that she has been in H City for so long, and has not yet learned about the food here.

Alva paused and said, “I’ll ask my teacher.”

When he pulled out his cell phone to call Callahan, Ambrose smiled, “Well, let’s go outside and eat somewhere.”

Looking at her like this, you know that she just randomly found a place to dismiss herself.

No, Alva said, “Ambrose, I don’t know where they sell breakfast outside.”