Chapter 58 His Home is Quiet and Empty
Only then did Otis nod as if he had just realized something.
Meanwhile, the man sitting beside them remained silent from beginning to end.
Time slowly passed.
As the online discussions heated up, many things were happening simultaneously.
The data expert that Mia had asked Dash to find before the charity gala still hadn't responded.
At the same time, that online user named Soren who had been at the event managed to get hold of a video from the scene through various channels.
But because it was secretly recorded, the person didn't hold up their phone—instead, they placed it under the seat. The people on stage weren't captured, and voices of people nearby talking were also recorded, making it very noisy and completely unusable.
Left with no choice, he went to find his older brother.
After giving the footage to his brother, he said, "Bro, can you do me a favor?"
The man wearing black-framed glasses turned around and looked at Soren.
He said, "What is it?"
"Can you remove all the other sounds from this clip and just keep the singer's voice?" Soren played the audio.
The man with black-framed glasses looked at the video, adjusted his glasses, and said to Soren, "I'm just a programmer."
Soren smiled, "You're being too modest. You're one of the top data experts in the country."
The man with black-framed glasses said helplessly, "That's only for data. Just leave this here for now, I'll see what I can do."
"Okay!"
Soren decided he needed to prepare three backup plans.
After all, this audio still didn't capture the person, and no matter how skilled his brother was, he couldn't make a person appear out of thin air.
So he needed to go to the second livestream event, and this time he would hide his equipment well and secretly record it.
At the same time, he would wait for news from his brother's end.
And also search online for related videos or audio sources, because what could best prove his claims were true would still be a live video from the first livestream.
......
On another front, in a small room, several people were watching the overwhelming online marketing about Isabella attending the gala.
They carefully studied the secretly recorded audio from various channels of "Voice of Heaven" that they had obtained, and finally reached these conclusions:
One, Lika had just had a miscarriage.
Two, Isabella and Lika had a common enemy. They couldn't hear clearly who exactly, but the second segment seemed to mention someone named Amelia. They didn't know if it was her, or what conflict existed between Amelia and Lika.
Three, Isabella was threatening Lika (but why?).
The group discussed—
"What should we do next?" one of them said. "We could already sell this stuff for a lot of money."
Another person smacked him on the head, "You have no ambition!"
"Don't you see how different Isabella is on screen compared to real life?"
"Although we don't know what her purpose is, she definitely doesn't want this exposed. The more we have, the more leverage we have in negotiations."
The leader beside them tapped on the table, "Besides, this Lika is very mysterious and speaks very carefully. I feel like there's gossip to be found with her."
The group's leader made the final decision, "We'll hold off for now. Didn't you see how that person who wanted to ask Isabella questions during the livestream got silenced? Lay low. We need to operate in secret and strike once with everything, otherwise it'll be difficult."
"Oh right, we should also keep an eye on that Amelia. She seems to be William's legal wife, which makes it convenient for us to gather information."
"Got it, boss!"
......
At that moment, the person they had just mentioned—the one who had been silenced—angrily emerged from the room where he had been temporarily kept.
"You did this on purpose!" he shouted loudly. "You must have been bought off by Isabella's rivals!"
He was Isabella's fan.
He felt sorry for Isabella, and was even more enthusiastic about her excellence, promoting it to everyone around him.
This time, seeing that Isabella might not have responded to the demo issue because of the recording, and since he happened to have this opportunity, he wanted to ask about it during the livestream.
At that time, there was still a long time before the livestream would end.
The demo issue had already started fermenting online, and "Yesterday Once More" was gaining strong momentum, now rivaling "Slight Love."
He believed Isabella was the best, and he had to make "Slight Love" the best of the event. So, as long as he asked Isabella during the livestream and she confirmed it, the buzz would explode instantly, and suppressing "Yesterday Once More" would be a piece of cake.
But his actions were discovered, and he was directly "escorted" to a room, unable to ask his question at all.
"Just you wait!"
After making his threat, he left.
He firmly supported Isabella. He would never give up. He would definitely find an opportunity to ask questions about the demo!
......
At the police station.
Azalea was leading her team in intensive research on the car accident case.
A colleague came in.
"Azalea, we just got this information, take a look." The colleague handed the materials to Azalea.
It was about the charity gala.
Azalea frowned.
The colleague watched her review the materials and said, "These two are highly suspicious. Although William is already going through divorce proceedings with Amelia, they're not divorced yet. They keep provoking Amelia again and again—aren't they afraid the divorce won't go through?"
That was a valid point.
During the divorce cooling-off period, if either party had second thoughts, they could withdraw the divorce.
Weren't they afraid Amelia might stubbornly refuse to divorce?
Or had they already prepared a foolproof plan?
Azalea thought about it, then looked at several action plans in her notebook.
Finally, she pointed to one of them and said to her colleague, "This one."
The colleague nodded, indicating understanding.
......
Time slowly passed.
William, having sent Isabella home, had now returned to his apartment next to the company.
As soon as he entered, he saw Rhys.
His eyebrows raised slightly—he didn't immediately understand why Rhys was here.
As soon as Rhys saw him, he came forward with a smile and said, "Mr. Brown, the things you were missing before—I had someone get them all for you again."
That's right.
Rhys was the head of the secretarial department, which included two sections: one that only handled company matters, and one that handled his personal life—the personal secretaries.
Previously, Amelia had been in charge of the personal life section, while also handling some important company matters. Recently, Amelia had been at odds with him, so Rhys was temporarily managing everything.
William nodded, his gaze sweeping across the apartment.
Clothes, pants, ties, watches, shoes, socks, and many other things he used daily had all been repurchased and restocked.
The housekeepers were organizing everything in an orderly manner.
Everything was according to his preferences.
"Good." William responded, then went to take a shower.
By the time he came out, Rhys and the housekeepers had all left.
He stood in the living room and suddenly felt how empty it was here, how terrifyingly quiet.
No one turned around to look at him, smiling and calling him "William." No one was bustling about here, and there was no sound of her turning pages as she sat on the sofa reading.
So quiet.
So empty.
He picked up his phone from the side and once again found Amelia's chat window.
There were still no new messages inside.
So empty that he wondered if his phone was broken.