After My Rebirth, I Became the Beloved Sweetheart of the Big Boss!

Early in the next morning, Suzy was woken up by the ringing of a bell.

It was Evan’s phone ringing.

She was so sleepy that she could barely hear the shocked voice from the man beside her.

“What did you say?”

“Got it. I’ll be right there.”

Suzy opened her eyes. Her voice was filled with drowsiness and asked, “What is it? Did something happen?”

Evan stood up and replied, “Alan Hawk has some signs of Wendy Smith.”

When she heard this, Suzy was slightly stunned and she came to her senses.

They had been talking about Wendy Smith just last night, then the signs of her appeared almost immediately. What a coincidence! How should she put it? This was both good news and bad news. What if Wendy Smith liked Evan…

Just as she was thinking, Evan’s voice rang out.

“Do you want to sleep for a while more? Or go back with me?”

Suzy pondered for a second. “You go. I’ll go back after Victor Ryan’s concert.”

Evan squinted, “The concert will be held on Saturday for five days. What will you do here? Staying with Victor Ryan every day?”

“I…”

Before Suzy finished her words, Evan’s domineering voice rang out.

“Go with me.”

Suzy was speechless.

So why did he ask her if she wanted to go back?

Suzy snorted coldly. She actually wanted to return and find out what kind of fellow his fiancee was. In the end, she did not say anything else.

After washing up, the two drove to Somo City.

Suzy followed Evan directly to the Hughes Group.

In the lounge.

In addition to Alan Hawk, there was also a middle-aged woman.

Alan Hawk said, “Mr. Hughes, she was the cleaner who saw Miss Smith being adopted by the orphanage.”

Evan nodded and looked at Mrs. Lewis.

“Tell me, who adopted Yetta?”

Seeing that Suzy was also there, Mrs. Lewis felt a little guilty, but she still said firmly, “Yes! I told Mr. Maddox and he promised to give me money after confirmation. He also said that he was working for you. But a few days have passed. Where is the money? Did Mr. Hughes lie to me?”

Evan’s gaze froze for a moment when he heard that.

It turned out that this was why Tommy Maddox had called him so many times before the incident.

He had heard something about Wendy Smith.

Evan asked coldly, “Who adopted her?”

“Give me the money first. I will not say anything if you don’t give me money like before!”

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“50 thousand dollars! Mr. Maddox promised.”

Evan looked at Alan Hawk, and he understood immediately.

“Mrs. Lewis, what’s your account number? I’ll transfer it to you right away.”

…

After receiving the transfer, Mrs. Lewis slowly told him Yetta’s information.

“I don’t know who that person was. I went to the hospital to prescribe medicine that day. When I passed by a hall, I saw the man.”

“I could recognize him with a single glance. He was the person who drove the car to pick up Yetta.”

Evan squinted, “Didn’t you say that it happened too long ago and you don’t remember it at all? How did you recognize him at first glance?”

“I really can’t remember, but there is an obvious mole on that man’s lips. When I saw him at the hospital that day, I immediately remembered!”

Mrs. Lewis continued, “There was a little girl with that man. She was about the same age as Yetta. I secretly followed them to the ward and heard him call her daughter Yetta Flores…”

Evan asked directly, “Which hospital? Which ward?”

Whether She was Wendy Smith or not, they would know when the paternity test results came out.

Mrs. Lewis told him about the hospital and department.

…

As she left the Hughes Group, Suzy was in a daze.

Evan’s voice came from the side. “What are you thinking about?”

Suzy recovered to reality and glanced at him. “Looks like you’re very happy! That’s right, you’re going to see your long-lost fiancée soon.”

Evan was speechless.

He opened his lips and asked in a cold voice, “From where do you see that I’m happy?”

“No, the engagement is going to be canceled soon. I’m really happy.”

Suzy harrumphed.

After arriving at the parking lot, she said reasonably, “Go ahead, I want to go back.”

Evan did not stop her. The hospital Mrs. Lewis mentioned was the one where Mr. Old Smith was. It was indeed inconvenient to take Suzy with him.

He touched Suzy’s head. “Go back and wait for me.”

Suzy ignored him and got into the car to leave.

She was still deep in thought along the way.

The name Yetta Flores sounded very familiar.

She should have heard of it in her last life.

However, no matter how hard Suzy tried, she could not remember where she had heard the name before.

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Meanwhile, on the other side.

In the hospital.

Evan contacted Ervin Chaplin and they went to the ward together.

At the door of the ward, a group of people came face to face.

Clifford Smith, Jepson Smith, Henric Smith, as well as Wendy Smith’s two uncles had all arrived.

Ervin was startled, “You told them the news?”

Evan shook his head.

They met.

Jepson Smith was the first to speak, “Evan, what are you doing here? Have you also heard about Wendy?”

Evan captured the keyword “ALSO”.

“You also found out?”

Clifford Smith continued, “Yes, this morning someone pawned off the bracelet that Wendy wore.”

When the Smith Family was investigating Wendy Smith, they had also been investigating the unique bracelet.

When they received the news, everyone was shocked and quickly found out who sold it.

Evan told everyone what he had learned from Mrs. Lewis.

Before coming here, Evan had already investigated the Flores family. In the early years, the Flores Group was also a small corporation, but it went bankrupt two years ago. Yetta Flores was indeed adopted, and Mr. Flores had been diagnosed with liver cancer a few months ago. Presumably, this was the reason why Yetta Flores had sold the bracelet.

With Mrs. Lewis’s information and this bracelet, at present, it was basically clear that Yetta Flores was Wendy Smith.

Upon realizing this, the Smith family could not conceal their happiness.

The group of people walked into the ward.

It was an ordinary ward with three beds in total. It was a little crowded. When the patients saw them, they looked at each other in dismay.

Mr. Flores was lying on the hospital bed by the window. A woman in her twenties was sitting next to him. She was wearing an ordinary white dress and her long black hair was tied into a ponytail. She looked delicate and beautiful.

She was probably Yetta Flores.

Hearing the movements of the group of people, Yetta Flores raised his eyes with a dazed expression.

Clifford Smith took the lead, suppressing his excitement, “Hello, are you Yetta Flores?”

Yetta Flores slowly nodded and carefully looked at everyone, “I am… you are?”

After glancing at the sickroom, Clifford Smith said, “We have some things to tell you. Can you come out and talk with us?”

Mr. Flores, who was lying in bed, was woken up. He was still in a daze and looked at the crowd with vigilance.

“Who are you? What do you want to do to Yetta?”

“Mr. Flores, we mean no harm.”

Yetta Flores looked around and quickly comforted her father. “Dad, it’s all right. They don’t look like bad people. I’m going out for a bit. Have a good rest.”