Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Billionaire Is 30 Chapter 30 Was Mrs Bolton Murdered? Chapter 30 Was Mrs Bolton Murdered? +5 Free Coins "Mr. Bolton, I've worked on numerous cases throughout my career. With my expertise, I suspect that Mrs. Bolton may have been murdered. You..." Nelson, being a police officer, felt it was his responsibility to inform the public when necessary.

Luke wasn't interested in listening. As soon as the word "murder" left Nelson's mouth, Luke cut him off with frustration, "Mr. Tucker, we have no personal issues between us. Why can't you accept that my wife is fine? Why do you keep insisting on these awful claims?" "Mr. Bolton, I think you've got it wrong. I'm only concerned about her well-being." Luke shot him a frosty look, "Mr. Tucker, wasn't your son once interested in my wife? If your bitterness comes from that rejection, you don't deserve to wear that badge. You keep talking about her being killed. Have you cacross any reports of missing bodies lately?" Nelson's expression shifted a little as he replied, "No, we haven't found anything. Mr. Bolton, I only wanted to give you a friendly heads-up. Whether or not you take it seriously is entirely up to you." After those words, Nelson spun around and walked away. The other officers, annoyed on his behalf, muttered, "Captain, why did you even waste your breath on him? He doesn't care." Nelson shrugged it off. "Don't worry about it. She's the girl my boy had a thing for. If something actually happened to her, I know he'd be crushed." The "boy" he mentioned was his son, John Tucker, who had chased afterobsessively during college. He was so intense, he even threatened to end his life just to makego out with him.

That's how I had crossed paths with Nelson before. Eventually, the Tuckers must've told him something because he switched schools before graduation, and we lost touch.

Nelson brought it up briefly before steering the conversation elsewhere. There was a missing person case in the area, and they were here to look into it.

I stood beside Luke, watching as he climbed into the car, looking worn out. He massaged his temples and sternly instructed Roy, "I don't care what it takes, locate Chloe within three days. Also, get to the bottom of what's happening in Cloudville." "Got it, Mr. Bolton," Roy responded.

"Hold on," Luke murmured as he snapped his eyes open, a hint of uncertainty in his tone. "And look into any incidents concerning women around here." "Got it, Mr. Bolton. Try not to stress too much. Mrs. Bolton is alive and well, she's not in any harm's way." "Alright." From the moment Luke got back to the office, he seemed distracted.

He had even signed contracts with the wrong partners.

When the managers mentioned a slight drop in profits compared to the previous quarter, everyone braced themselves for a reprimand.

To everyone's surprise, Luke, his gaze distant, simply remarked, "You've all done well. Keep up the effort for the next quarter." Everyone in the room was stunned.

"Okay, the meeting's over," Luke said, swiftly leaving the room and tugging at his tie.

Spotting Roy by the desk, he immediately asked, "Did you find anything?" "Yes. The person who rented the property in Cloudville isn't Mrs. Bolton. A young woman named Regina Sander rented it. Here's her picture." 1/3 Chapter 30 Was Mrs Bolton Murdered? +5 Free Coins A picture was handed to Luke. The woman appeared young, and from a side angle, she did bear a slight resemblance to me. Coincidentally, her last nwas also Sander, which caused the confusion. Finally, seeing the proof, Luke exhaled in relief.

"Do you know where Chloe went?" he asked.

Roy shook his head and replied, "I had someone investigate all travel options during this time. Other than the plane ticket she didn't use, there's no record of her purchasing any tickets." "So, she never left, huh? She's still here?" Luke scoffed.

"Just as I suspected. She's trying to get attention like this. Chloe, you've really letdown." Quickly, Roy added, "Mr. Bolton, it may not all be her fault. I've cacross stroubling information. Lately, several women have gone missing in this city and nearby areas." "Gone missing?" Luke's brow furrowed. "What exactly happened to them?" "There are various reasons. Sran off with people they met online, others were job seekers, and a few were snatched in places without cameras. There are even rumors that ..." Roy lowered his voice at that part, but Luke demanded sharply, "Say it." "Recently, there's been a rise in international scams, and single women, especially young girls, are often targeted. Did your wife ever mention being followed before she disappeared?" I had told him about this shortly before she vanished.

When I called him, his voice on the other end was irritated. "You're Mrs. Bolton, who'd dare follow you? With the wedding so close, avoid going to the Orphanage Foundation. If you're scared, get more security. I have things to do here." The charity foundation was created under Luke's nlast year. His influence is vast, and he managed to raise tens of millions for charitable causes.

When the epidemic hit the city a few years back, many children were left orphaned as their parents passed away. The fund was dedicated to helping these unfortunate kids.

After I had my miscarriage, I stepped away from my job and spent most of my tat the orphanage, caring for these children.

Luke figured that since I had a car pickingup and droppingoff daily, with or without bodyguards, I would be safe. He didn't take my concerns seriously.

Now, Luke finally remembered his dismissive attitude towardsback then. "Oh right, I recall that. Are you suggesting she fell for a scam? That's ridiculous. Chloe's been raised in wealth her entire life. She wouldn't be fooled over spetty scheme. It's impossible for her to get swindled." "It looks like there's one place we forgot." Something clicked in his mind. "Get the car ready. We're heading to the orphanage! That's where she's poured all her energy. Chloe has to be there!" He hadn't visited the orphanage in a year, not since the foundation's opening day.

Whenever I handed him the crafts made by the children, he would carelessly toss them aside.

This was the first the had set foot in the orphanage's courtyard.

The yard was spacious, with flowers and plants lining the edges and various play equipment for the kids.

Without taking a moment to admire any of it, he hurried inside.