Go After My Ex-wife

Chapter 153 Drugged

The corners of Calvin's mouth curled slightly as he moved closer and said with scrutiny, "Ethan was

killed the night before he ran for the head of the Finance Department, and now Finley has taken full

responsibility for investigating this case.”

He finished by staring straight into his eyes, as if he wanted to look straight into his heart and probe for

clarity.

Martin's hand holding the red wine glass trembled slightly, the smile floating on his face stiffened,

"Calvin, have a glass of French-made red wine to warm you up first.”

His fingers gripped the red wine glass as he shook it, the red liquid in the glass tilting slightly. It reached

to Calvin, nicely hiding the hint of embarrassment.

Calvin glanced blandly at the red wine and did not reach out to take it, but simply asked calmly, "Where

is your stuff? Show it to me."

"It's right here, don't rush yet, have a drink and I'll bring it to you." Martin's smile was cordial and his

voice was very melodious, he said cheerfully, "Calvin, you are the head of our Harvey Corp, I am just

concerned about you."

"Good, Martin, you are a government official and the political hopes of our Harvey family fall on you, if

you have any difficulties, you can let me know, but I don't want to hear any bad rumours." Calvin

reached out and took the glass, looked at Martin and asked seriously, "Can you understand?"

Calvin certainly had his reasons for saying this. His men had followed Martin for some time and did not

find anything overly suspicious, which was still a relief to him. Ethan had died the night before he ran

for the head of the Finance Department, and it was Martin who had a direct stake in his death.

In other words, if Ethan had not died, with his prestige, it would have been impossible for Martin to take

the position of head of the Finance Department, so the biggest beneficiary of Ethan's death would have

been Martin, and if the death of Ethan were to be investigated, suspicion of him would not be ruled out,

hence his remarks had been made.

Deep down, he did not want Martin to be involved in this matter. After all, he is a key member of the

government and the hope of the Harvey family in politics, so of course Calvin did not want him to

become an official by such despicable means as murdering people.

As unpredictable as his mind was, it didn't seem bold enough to get a man killed.

"Of course I can understand, you care about me, I understand that. Don't worry, I won't do anything out

of the ordinary even if I am a bastard. In order to thank you for reminding me, cheers." said Martin

thankfully, with a modest smile on his face and a generous demeanour.

Just as the words left his mouth, he raised the glass of red wine in his hand.

Hearing him speak so openly, Calvin's heart settled down, as long as it is not related to Martin.

Looking at the time on his mobile phone, he knew Belle should be arriving soon, so he smiled faintly at

that moment.

Martin tilted his head and drained his red wine in one gulp, took out a yellow-covered paper bag and

put it on the table in front of Calvin, saying seriously, "Calvin, the information I got from the Finance

Department is here, and there is also a CD-ROM, you can read it at home."

Calvin had not drunk, but Martin put on a smile and asked in feigned confusion, "Calvin, you have not

drunk, do you have a problem with me? Or don't you believe the information I gave you?"

Calvin looked down at the yellow sealed bag and blandly looked at Martin's face. Seeing that his face

had the slightest embarrassment of not being trusted, he only had to say with a smile, "No, it's just a

glass of wine, cheers."

After saying this, he shook it lightly, tilted his head and drank it down in one gulp.

He frowned and swept his eyes over the glass suspiciously. At that moment, the phone rang and he

pulled it out. It was Belle calling, so he picked it up with a smile, but at this moment, he felt soft all over

his body.

It was a whirlwind in his head and the sky was dark, only to hear Belle's clear and slightly anxious voice

in the phone, "Calvin, where are you? I've arrived."

He tried to speak, but he felt blackness in front of his eyes and could not speak.

At that moment, in a corner of the Hilton Hotel, the sound of gun resonated throughout the hotel.

The darkness in front of his eyes grew thicker and thicker, and in his eye, there was only one figure

swaying. He called out Belle in his mind and collapsed heavily on the sofa.

Martin stood coldly by, looking at Calvin's sinking figure, a grim smile floating on his face.

‘Calvin, tonight you'll have a night of fun with Lexie! Soon, you will have a happy marriage.’

He pulled out his mobile phone, dialed the number and within a few moments, two construction workers

came up.

"Send him to the presidential suite on the tenth floor." Martin said as he pulled out a few hundred

towards them.

"Okay." The two received the money, agreed readily, and helped Calvin out.

There was noise everywhere outside, with guests screaming in terror, "Oh no, there are robbers

shooting, there are terrorists in the hotel."

The shout caused the guests to flee in all directions.

All of a sudden there was a chaos of footsteps, screams of panic, cries of anguish after being knocked

down from the crowd, and the whole lobby was in a mess.

Martin flicked the dust off his clothes without haste, calmly picked up the yellow sealed bag on the

table, turned his head and saw that Calvin's mobile phone was flashing on and off.

Above was the name of Belle.

His eyes were dark, a smile floating at the corners of his mouth, and he answered the phone.

"Calvin, where are you?" Belle was so anxious and scared on the other end of the phone that she was

on the verge of crying out.

"Good girl, don't be afraid." When Martin heard Belle's frightened voice, his heart ached and a touch of

tenderness flashed across his face as he said in a warm and comforting voice.

Belle was most likely scared or could not have imagined that Calvin's mobile phone would fall into

Martin's hands, so she did not even hear that the voice on the phone had changed.

"Calvin, where are you, is everything okay?" She asked again in an emotional and tense mood.

The light in Martin's eyes darkened, his heart sour and astringent, her heart was only for Calvin. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"Baby, I'm fine, come and find me, I'm in the private room." He changed to a different face, said with a

gentle voice wearing a moving smile.

If he hadn't guessed wrongly, the gunshot just now should have been fired in desperation when Bill's

men got into a fight with Calvin's men.

If Belle rushed up, he was really worried that she would be injured, so it was better to lure her here.

Besides, after tonight, maybe everything will be different.

Putting away the phone, he blew towards Calvin's phone, the smile on his lips deepening.

The guests inside all ran outside in a swarm. Recently the TV news about terrorist activities had been

quite often, and this hotel gunfire caused a great panic. As the terrorist appeared in the hotel, all of

them have lost their senses.

After all, terrorists are now globalised and increasingly rampant, and anyone is scared!

The whole hotel was now in chaos.

The guests all scrambled outside, but Belle rushed desperately inside, just because Calvin was waiting

for her inside, and as long as she could stay by his side, her heart would be at peace and she was not

afraid of anything.

"Why are you here? Where's Calvin?" When Belle squeezed in, all she saw was Martin sitting on the

sofa, holding a red wine glass and looking at her with misty eyes. His face was scarlet and he seemed

to have drunk a lot of wine.

"Belle, Calvin is out on some business, come and sit down." Martin smiled at her and beckoned to her.

Belle scanned the room and her eyes fell on the phone on the sofa, making sure that Calvin did stay

here, for his phone was never far from him.

Martin's eyes glanced at his phone and he smiled, "See? His phone is here, I'm not lying to you."

He smiled, full of composure.

"Belle, sit down and have a glass of red wine, it's chaotic and dangerous out there, stay here and you'll

be fine." Martin coaxed.

Belle looked at the time, it was already after nine o'clock. She was anxious, wiping the sweat from her

forehead, looked at Martin and asked again, "Where the hell did Calvin go? I had an appointment with

him, usually his phone never leaves him, so how could he have left it here?"

Martin narrowed his eyes, hiding the dark light in his eyes, and looked at the woman in front of him.

She was such a beautiful woman, but she had no love for him except for Calvin, which made him

unpleasant.

"Belle, sit down and let's talk, shall we?" He stood up and walked towards Belle, a gentle light in his

eyes.

Seeing him coming towards her, Belle took a few steps back in quick succession and looked at him

with some caution.