mijobooks Chapter 24 The Master of Intelligence
Chapter 24 The Master of Intelligence
Without wasting any words, Lin Ximeng pulled out the second set of photos from his inner pocket, slapped them on the table, and thoughtfully selected the most explicit pages to face up.
Isabella's fingertips paused as soon as they touched the photo, her fingertips trembling slightly as her eyes swept over the words "boring old woman" and "alphabet party in villa".
The more she looked at it, the paler her face became. Finally, she clenched the paper tightly, her fingers turning blue: "This...this is a forgery! I know Edgar; he's a conscientious artist. He would never say something like this!"
Isabella took a deep breath: "He loves me so much, he takes me to Hawaii every year for vacation, like a honeymoon! How could he...?"
Felicia sat in a corner behind the greenery, listening to all of this through Bluetooth headphones, and couldn't help but sigh: Rich people are indeed difficult to deal with.
Hearing Isabella's stubborn "honeymoon excuse," she whispered to Simon Lin through her earpiece, "She's still putting on a brave face. Should I use AI to create a picture of her boyfriend messing around with another woman to provoke this rich woman?"
Is it too late to do this now?
Simon Lin remained calm. Isabella's reaction was not unexpected. When a good wife faces the situation of "boyfriend cheating", almost half of them will struggle fiercely like a drowning person.
He simply told Felicia not to panic: "Don't bother with any AI images, leave it to me."
An intelligence guru is here; lie back and let me carry you.
Felicia pursed her lips, put her phone back in her pocket, but couldn't help but lean forward a little more, wanting to hear it more clearly.
Simon Lin leaned forward, tapping his fingertips on the table. "Mrs. Isabella, on our anniversary last month, didn't Edgar say he had to work overtime and couldn't spend it with you?"
Isabella looked up abruptly, her eyes wide with shock: "How did you know?"
She was not only surprised that Simon knew the date of their anniversary and that Edgar hadn't spent it with her, but also that he knew the reason Edgar gave.
How does this Asian person know so much?
"I know more than just that," Lin Ximeng said.
"I also know that he didn't go to the company that day because he met a woman in a red dress who was two years younger than Felicia."
He paused, noticing Isabella's increasingly pale face, and added, "He developed a stack of the photos they took and hid them in the study of a villa in the east of the city. You might still be able to find them if you go there now."
Felicia clutched her phone tightly in the corner. Lin Simon's words through her earpiece made her eyes widen: "I didn't expect this middle-aged man to be such a master of deception? I'm a con artist, fine, but someone in a red dress actually took the bait?"
At the same time, she was also curious about how Lin Simon knew so much, but she knew that now was not the time to ask, so she could only stare at the two people not far away and continue to listen to the sounds in the earphone.
Isabella was stunned for a long time after hearing this, and only managed to stay upright by supporting herself on the table.
Thinking of Felicia's beautiful appearance in the first set of photos, and considering the girl's charm in the photos, I suddenly don't have as much confidence in my boyfriend anymore.
Thinking back to Edgar's words about "working overtime," I suddenly felt that all the affection between the two of them was fake, and my face turned as white as a sheet.
After a moment, Isabella seemed to have made up her mind. She took out $500 in cash from her bag and handed it to Simon Lin: "I want all the photos. Here's the $500."
She pushed the money in front of Simon Lin and said, "But I have one condition: you have to come with me to that villa and find those photos you mentioned. I want to confront him face to face!"
"no problem."
Simon Lin took out his phone and sent a message to Felicia: "Wait for me, I'll take care of the remaining $500, see you later."
Then he and Isabella walked out the door together.
A burgundy Porsche 911 was parked at the entrance. Its streamlined body was so shiny it reflected people's faces. When the door opened, the leather seats were enveloped in a faint scent of cedar.
"Get in the car."
Isabella asked for the address of the villa Lin Simon had indicated, and after hearing it, she frowned:
"That was a birthday present I bought for him three years ago, so that he could live closer to the company."
Lin Ximeng never expected that Edgar would even use his girlfriend's money to cheat on his girlfriend; he's definitely a top-tier player.
Isabella thought for a moment, turned to look at Simon Lin, and suddenly asked, "Do you work out?"
"good."
Isabella nodded after listening, stepped on the gas, and the sports car engine roared as it sped along the road.
But as they drove on, Simon Lin realized something was wrong: "Mrs. Isabella, this isn't the way to the villa!"
The two of them had arrived at a bustling area of the shopping mall as the glittering mall signs flashed past the window.
Isabella glanced at him, then made a sharp turn on the steering wheel, driving straight into the underground parking garage of a large shopping mall: "What's the rush? Let me change your clothes first. I'm taking you to meet someone; you can't go dressed in rags."
Changing clothes?
Lin Simon subconsciously touched the collar of the sweatshirt. The label was a faded Gap. Although the clothes were all donated, they were still a mainstream brand. Among the homeless, they would be considered a luxury item.
How many homeless people want to wear these clothes but can't?
The world of the rich is indeed different.
However, remembering that Isabella was a wealthy woman who could drive a Porsche 911 and give a villa to her lover as a gift, Lin Simon thought:
She's right.
Anyway, I'm getting a free outfit, so how could I possibly lose out?
After parking the car, Isabella led Simon Lin up to the clothing section on the third floor.
As soon as Simon Lin followed Isabella into the Gucci store, five or six female sales clerks in black uniforms immediately greeted them, their voices sickeningly sweet: "Ms. Isabella, welcome."
They were busy handing out champagne glasses, even giving Lin Ximeng a glass.
Isabella pointed at Simon Lin: "Get him a 185cm tall outfit, something that shows off his figure, nothing too flashy."
The shop assistants' eyes lit up immediately, and they surrounded Lin Ximeng, measuring his shoulder width and waist circumference in a professional and quick manner.
Within ten minutes, Lin Ximeng was stuffed into a white fitted shirt.
The fabric clung to his body, clearly outlining his eight-pack abs, and the dark trousers made his legs look half a head longer.
Lin Ximeng already had a good foundation, with a slender and muscular physique. Now, wearing a fitted designer brand, he immediately gained three more points of handsomeness.
Even a female shop assistant would intentionally or unintentionally run her fingers across Lin Ximeng's abdominal muscles repeatedly.
"That's more like it."
Isabella walked over, her eyes visibly brightening. She tapped his shirt collar with her fingertip. "You should have thrown away that old outfit a long time ago. It looked like you'd picked it out of the trash."
Lin Ximeng coughed inwardly. Although it wasn't quite right, it was pretty much the same.
The shop assistants around them also joined in the praise: "Sir, you have such a great figure! Even our model doesn't look this good in this shirt. Madam, you have excellent taste."
Once the clothing selection is finalized.
Isabella carried her bag toward the cashier. As she passed the corner of the fitting room, she heard the shop assistant muttering behind a pillar.
"Look at that guy. He was dressed like a scavenger at first, but Isabella actually took him to buy Gucci. Is she going to keep another gigolo?" a sales clerk chuckled in a low voice.
Another chimed in, "Who knows? Rich people have really weird tastes! But he looks really handsome in his new clothes; his abs are filling out the shirt perfectly."
"Is she going to find someone new? It's no secret that her current boyfriend, Edgar, is cheating on her with other women," a third voice chimed in, tinged with schadenfreude. "Has she finally come to her senses and is finally going to dump Edgar?"
Isabella's face turned frosty upon hearing this.