Chapter 1188: 1190: It’s Too Hard to Get Married

Listening to Gerry Peary’s question, Alan Morgan smiled."No."

Wasn’t Gerry Peary also a gift from Shirley Grant to him?

How could he possibly not like it?

"Daddy, I miss Mommy."

Upon hearing Gerry say this, Alan Morgan lowered his head.

Shirley Grant is already...

How could he present someone who no longer exists in this world to him?

"Daddy is looking, very soon Mommy will come back."

...

Alan Morgan spoke many comforting words to Gerry Peary, and when he left the hospital, even he felt that Shirley Grant would definitely return.

Looks like saying lies repeatedly makes them feel really...

Thinking of this, he shook his head helplessly and slowly walked towards the Underground Black Market.

There might be more outside information on Owen Lewis’s side; he needs to inquire a bit.

It would be best if...

He could conveniently contact that guy in Sicily; he should be able to scout out those news more easily.

Thinking of that buddy in Sicily, he couldn’t help but smile.

It’s been so many years.

Wondering exactly what’s on his mind, actually wanting to blend into a place full of mafia.

Yet hidden deep enough, climbed to that position, no one ever thought he was actually just a planted spy.

Black Market——

Owen Lewis sat inside the Office Room, frowning as he checked all the hospitals, big and small, around Capital Town.

But...

No result.

Sighing, when he saw Alan Morgan coming over, he didn’t say a word.

"Has Annie Davidson still not been found?"

Alan Morgan looked at Owen Lewis’s scruffy appearance, frowning.

How did he get himself to look like this?

"No way, marrying a capable wife has this downside."

Whenever she plays missing, unless she chooses to show up, he can’t find her.

"Just have to wait for her to sort things out herself, it’s truly bothersome."

Owen Lewis reached out to rub his temples, every time he thought of Annie Davidson injured and pitifully hiding in a small hospital, he couldn’t sleep.

"Marrying an inadequate wife is also annoying."

Saying this, he walked over, grabbed Owen Lewis’s phone, and opened a website to send an email.

"Wow, Sicily? What’s happening? To involve that buddy."

Owen Lewis suddenly became gossipy, could it be something happened to Shirley Grant?

"Don’t know when he’ll have time to reply to me."

Just when he said this, the computer displayed a video call.

Tsk tsk.

This is really odd, he’s actually available today, looks like it’s convenient now.

Video connected, Alan Morgan frowned and looked at him.

"Help me check someone."

"No time!"

On the video side, Andrew Davidson’s face was full of impatience, frowning at Alan Morgan.

"You had me take such a risk to contact you, just for this trivial matter?"

Andrew Davidson’s face was full of disbelief, almost wanting to punch him.

"Help me investigate, a while ago..."

"Wait a moment."

Andrew Davidson immediately furrowed his brow, his face turned serious.

"Someone’s breaking into my system, ending the call for now."

Instantly, Andrew Davidson cut off the video call.

Damn it!

Someone dared to try eavesdropping on him, seems like those people still have reservations and doubts about him.

Looks like these days, he can’t be too closely connected with the outside world.

Thinking this, he immediately grabbed a jacket and walked out of the study.

When he opened the door, he didn’t expect to see Shirley Grant standing outside.

Ah, shit!

Startled him, almost made a move.