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Chapter 453: Isn’t That a Bit Impolite?

Chapter 453: Chapter 453: Isn’t That a Bit Impolite?


When Evelyn Clayton and Yara Reagan arrived at Julia Lawrence’s adoptive parents’ house, it was already pouring outside.


The torrential rain seemed intent on sweeping away the entire city, and no pedestrians could be seen on the street. The raindrops hitting the car windows made a sound that was unsettling.


Soon, the man Rhys Jacobs had temporarily found got into the car, his rain-soaked clothes almost drenching the seat.


But at this moment, no one cared about that. Evelyn Clayton turned from the passenger seat to look at him, and said in a low voice, "Where is she?"


"Couldn’t keep up. I saw him get Julia Lawrence into a car, and he drove off like a bat out of hell." The man was fiddling with his rain-soaked DSLR, still muttering to himself about how being a private detective wasn’t easy and how the camera had been through hell with him.


Evelyn Clayton remained silent, lowering her eyes to look again at the photo.


In the photo, the dark silhouette was blurry, hidden in the rainy night, holding a black umbrella, making it even harder to identify the person.


However, Evelyn Clayton always felt as if she had seen this person somewhere before.


Rhys Jacobs glanced at Evelyn Clayton’s expression, took out his phone, and transferred money to the man, "Thanks for your hard work today. I’ll reach out if there’s more work later."


After receiving the money, the man cheerfully responded and left the car.


Evelyn Clayton’s slender fingers drummed on the steering wheel, and a sense of agitation gradually seeped out.


Yara Reagan in the passenger seat said in a low voice, "If we can’t find the person, at least let’s find Julia Lawrence first... Or should we go to her adoptive parents’ house and ask?"


After a long silence, Evelyn Clayton turned the steering wheel and drove straight into the residential area in front of them.


Having been there once before, along with the heavy rain, the community security guard merely stuck his head out to ask a question before letting the vehicle pass.


Evelyn Clayton skillfully drove the car to the entrance of Julia Lawrence’s apartment building, left Yara Reagan to watch the car, and took Rhys Jacobs upstairs herself.


In the elevator, Rhys Jacobs hesitated slightly, "I don’t know Julia Lawrence very well. Isn’t it a bit impolite to suddenly go to her house like this?"


"Julia Lawrence’s adoptive parents aren’t easy to deal with. At least you’re a man—it’s easier to handle any situation," Evelyn Clayton replied without thinking, with a hint of sarcastic humor in her voice, "You just need to be the background noise for a while."


Rhys Jacobs suppressed his mixed feelings and nodded.


At the door of Julia Lawrence’s house, Rhys Jacobs knocked heavily, the force carrying a hint of intimidation.


"Who is it?!"


The voice inside was that of a man, seemingly Julia Lawrence’s adoptive father.


Rhys Jacobs lowered his voice, "Open up, property management."


The door suddenly opened, revealing a face full of beefy flesh. After a moment of surprise at seeing the two at the door, the expression turned even more menacing, "Who are you?"


Stepping forward slowly, her expression indifferent, Evelyn Clayton said, "I’m here to see Julia Lawrence."


Soon, Julia Lawrence’s adoptive mother, Felicia Preston, came out briskly.


"Oh, Director Clayton?" Felicia Preston was quite warm, even giving her husband a stern look, "This is the head of Julia Lawrence’s company. Come in, come in!"


This time, Evelyn Clayton didn’t refuse and walked into the house.


Looking at the beautifully decorated house and then at Felicia Preston and her husband David Lawrence’s expressions, Evelyn Clayton remained silent for a long time.


The prolonged silence made David Lawrence a little impatient, but he endured it under Felicia Preston’s restraint.


"Director Clayton, are you here to see Julia Lawrence?" Felicia Preston eagerly invited Evelyn Clayton to sit down, "Just in time, I have something I’d like your help with!"


Evelyn Clayton sat on the sofa, leisurely gazing at Felicia Preston, and said indifferently, "What is it?"


"Her father and I have always been quite concerned about her, you see. Seeing her still single, we found a match for her. The match is really excellent, with a good background and character. We hoped Julia Lawrence would settle with him, but she’s stubbornly refusing!"