This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr novel Chapter 14

In the office, Toby tapped his index finger rhythmically on his desk.

He seemed to be waiting for something.

After another five minutes or so, Tom came back. “Sir, although there were some obstacles, I found it in the end.”

Toby’s eyelids slowly raised upon hearing Tom’s words. “What obstacles?”

“The surveillance on Yellow Brick Road has long been taped over, and it wasn’t easy to find a surveillance video from six years ago. But a computer repair guy came and told me that he had it; he said that the car accident six years ago was very serious, so he saved the file and came to give it to me when he knew I was looking for the video.”

After Tom finished speaking, he looked at Toby carefully. “Ms. Gray’s car in the video was indeed hit by another blue car. Would you like to watch it?”

Sonia drove a blue Audi back then.

“No.” Toby was indifferent, and he continued to order Tom, “Give it to me, and then tell that person to not go out and talk nonsense.”

“Understood.”

Tom had been with Toby for many years, so he naturally knew what he meant whenever he said something. Obviously, Toby did not intend to make this a matter public, nor did he want his former wife to go to jail for this.

Toby stared at the pen in his hand, lost in thought.

After a while, he picked up his coat and returned to the Fuller’s mansion.

As soon as he arrived in the hall, he heard cheers and laughter coming from inside.

Jean and Tina were talking about something funny, and the atmosphere was very harmonious. Even Tyler, who was usually naughty and mischievous, sat quietly at the side while playing with his mobile phone.

Jean noticed Toby by the door and quickly got up. “Toby, you are back!”

Tina also stood up, all gentle and dignified.

Toby nodded and handed the coat to the servant. “What are you laughing so cheerfully about?”

Tina glanced at Jean, pursed her lips, and smiled, “Aunt Jean was telling me about the stories when you were a kid. They sounded very interesting, so I couldn’t help but laugh.”

Jean pretended to be angry. “Tina, what ‘Aunt Jean’? You are my future daughter-in-law, so you should call me ‘mom’ from now on!”