No One But You

Chapter 6 A Dedicate Cufflink

I called a friend of mine who also worked in the media. She was about to reach for anything.

"Help me find out the owner of a house." I came straight to the point and skipped the foreshadowing.

She was used to it. Probably she was eating noodles. While slurping, she said to me, "Ok, tell me the

address."

I gave her the address, and she hummed, "Got it. I'll tell you in the morning at the latest."

"Ok."

When I hung up, she didn't ask me what I was doing, and I didn't tell her.

Her speed was really amazing. She replied me before I had fallen asleep.

"The owner of this house is Frank Barnes. He was born in 1990. Not bad. Now the post-90s can have

their own villa."

Frank Barnes should be Secretary Frank. Did he own the house?

I was too lazy to talk to her. I hung up without even saying thank you.

The other side was really careful, even the house was Secretary Frank’s.

So I was off the trail again.

I had insomnia, but now I can't sleep.

I fell asleep after midnight and woke up early in the morning.

In fact, the environment here was super nice and very quiet. Even a bird didn't sing from the windowsill.

But I woke early to something in my mind, and sat on the edge of the bed in a trance.

Suddenly, I remembered something.

I didn't have a clue. I woke up that morning in the Presidential suite. Although there was no one in the

room, I took my reporter's piss and went through the room and found a cufflink on the rug under the

coat hanger.

In general, people of high status customized cufflinks.

The cufflink, however, was handmade, delicate and expensive, and, at first glance, unusual.

I put the cufflinks away.

On the one hand, I thought it was useful to keep it, and on the other hand, it was made of pure gold. It

was very valuable.

I pulled the cufflinks out of the trunk and fiddled with it in the palm of my hand.

It looked familiar to me. I always thought I've seen similar cufflinks these days, not exactly the same,

but close.

I held my head in my hands and thought it over.

My brain has probably become stupid because of pregnancy. I used to have a photographic memory, I

even did not need to write a memo.

I'd been running the news these days. I'd only met a few dignitaries, so I didn't think I would see this

cufflink.

The only one I went to interview was Calvin the day before yesterday.

Yes, Calvin!

I patted my thigh and remembered.

When I went to interview Calvin that day, I sat opposite him. He had a habit of holding his hands into a

fist to cover his nose and mouth, so I noticed his cuffs.

His cufflinks, too, were custom-made and exquisite.

I was excited. I got up immediately to wash face and change clothes, and then went downstairs to have

breakfast.

I didn't know why I thought it was Calvin.

First of all, cufflinks were expensive and low-key, and people with no taste would not use them.

Generally the upstart bumpkin would only use the big gold chain and brand watch to package

themselves, instead of cufflinks.

Secondly, I always felt the faint tobacco smell on Calvin was familiar.

I ate a meal and went outside. Stella asked me if I would come back for lunch, I gave a vague answer,

“You cook first, if I don’t come back, I can have it at night."

The driver, surnamed Dixon, was still waiting for me at the door. I got in the car and said to him,

"DonHiu Group."

He looked back at me and said, "You were fired. Why did you go to DonHiu Group?"

Even the driver knew I had been fired, and It suddenly occurred to me that I was living in a clear glass

with no secrets from anyone.

"Looking for a job." I blabbed and turned on my phone.

Turning over the news in my hand, I was wondering in my mind what reason I had for looking for

Calvin.

People in his position were hard to get to, and I didn't suppose his secretary would have let me in

easily.

Plus, he complained about me just the other day, which led to my dismissal, and I should be on the NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

most wanted list in case I seek revenge.

I thought struggled for a long time. Looking at the driver’s head, “I won't go there now."

He pulled over at the side of the road, with great execution.

He turned to look at me. "Where are you going now?"

How do I know where to go?

I saw a big shopping mall, pointing there, “Talk a walk!"

Marco nodded, “I park the car to underground parking lot, you stroll slowly."

I went to the mall with my pocket empty.

Journalists were not well paid and depended on commission.

I do the least pleasant thing, so the commission was generally little bonus.

Danie's family was not rich. They pooled their money and he saved his own money to buy this small

second floor. Now there was no money for decoration. So, I gave him all my savings for the decoration.

It was silly. Two hundred thousand was emptied. The house was premarital property, which has nothing

to do with me.

So I was very poor now. The day before yesterday I was fired and the editor-in-chief promised to give

me three months 'salary, but it had not reached the day for salary, so I am penniless now.

But I didn’t have to pay to browse.

I walked around to a famous shop and regretted as I went into it.

I can hardly afford the plastic bags of it.

I turned around and wanted to go, but I really liked the dress on the C model in the window.

Poor people have a habit of looking at the clothes they like, and the first thing they do is look at the

price tag.

I slobbered in the window for a while, then I went to the shop and found the dress. I was going to look

at the sign and abuse myself.

Taking advantage of no one, I turned to the sign to see: 19998.

I was good at math, but I was a little confused when I saw the sticker price.

It took some calculation to figure out that a dress was nearly 20,000 yuan.

A cloth was not worth so much money.

I put the sticker back. The skirt material was slippery. It was enough to touch it for a while.

Suddenly, a very rude man took the dress from my hand. "Would you like it, miss? Don't touch it if you

don’t."

It was a shop assistant.

Famous shop standard. She despised me.

Although I had no money, I could not lose my momentum, “How do know I won't buy it. Of course I

need to observe carefully before I made a decision."

The shop assistant still uses the corner of her eye to see me, “That young lady wants to try. If you don't

buy it, somebody else wants to try."

I followed her gaze and saw a young woman standing not far away.

She had a good figure and was good looking.

My gaze was briefly withdrawn, but the man sitting on the sofa behind her froze it.

He was in pale blue jeans, white silk shirt and light windbreaker, looking down at the phone.

He was tall and powerful.

Even though I can only see his side face, I can't move my sight.

I stared at him not because he was good-looking, but because he was an acquaintance.

Calvin.