Heberg was stunned for a few seconds before he stammering:

"He... can he tell us something. Do you know where he went?"

Monica picked off a few dead branches of geraniums.

"Oh, you know, Mr. Jue is not the kind of person who can speak his mind, even if he drinks a liter of wine. I won't ask anything even if I'm fine. So, I really don't know. He must have gone back to Paris. Isn't he usually that?"

He Berg asked again, but it was just his intention. He didn't find out more from the boss's mouth. They returned to the van.

"I'll just say that this bastard has been bluffing us from the beginning!"

He Boge silently. He felt a deep sense of powerlessness. Jue Guixin was still alive, but the world evaporated... The last clue of this case slipped away from his fingers... Cao Wangrong said again:

"Since you found out that the person surnamed Jue was pretending to be dead and even found another guy as a scapegoat, why did we come here all the way?"

"Shut up..."

Cao Wangrong clapped and applauded.

"You're the one with Wei, you're such a genius. You drove for ten hours and six hundred kilometers. As a result, you're like an idiot here... Wouldn't you make a phone call first?"

"Shut up."

"You can ask me to stay here for at least one night, the room looks good."

Cao Wangrong stared at He Boge in surprise:

"That person named Jue is a scumbag, it's not news for a long time. So what's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly become so insulted? Do you have something urgent to do? Are you going to marry my sister tomorrow? Have you already been enrolled in a wedding cake?"

"Don't think about it, you don't understand anyway, you have no wisdom."
Chapter completed!