President’s Sweet Wife

Chapter 939 Setting out to Fordtry

Natalia rejoiced at their coming, “Welcome to Eqitin.”

She opened her arms wide to embrace Queeny.

Queeny beamed with pleasure as well, for she didn’t expect to find a new clue so soon. Apart from that,

meeting Natalia was also worth celebrating.

Archie was too busy working to greet the guests, but he had phoned in advance.

The couple said it was fine. They can discuss the important matter when he got off work.

When they entered, Mrs. Dottie had already prepared a palatable meal.

She had heard of Felix and Queeny. The last time when Natalia returned from Lanceham, Mrs. Dottie

kept raving about the local produce she brought home.

On seeing them in person, she found them both good-looking and polite fellas, just as wonderful as Mr.

and Mrs. McCarthy.

They settled down in the dining room. Oliver and Anne had to attend school today, so they weren't at

home.

After lunch, Natalia showed them around Eqitin. Felix was quite familiar here, because of the Felix

family.

This was, however, the first time for Queeny to set foot in Ambario, so she was curious about

everything.

The three of them took a walk around leisurely. Then they came to the Bissel Properties premises.

Natalia chuckled, “Well? You're gonna invite us to your place or not?”

Although Felix had already taken over most of the business at the Bissel Properties, he seldom showed

up in this building.

He still held hatred for the Bissel family, because of his mother.

Though Ein Bissel had been trying to please him, the hatred wouldn't fade away easily.

Therefore, he looked sideways at Natalia and said, “Go alone if you want. After all, you’re the expert

here.”

Noticing his sulks, Natalia chuckled, “Well well, I'm not exactly an expert when you're around. Alright,

that's fine with me if you don't feel like it. But since Queeny's here, wouldn't it be nice for the future Mrs.

Bissel to pay a visit to her territory?”

On hearing this, it finally occurred to Felix, so he quickly turned to Queeny.

Surely Queeny knew his issues with the Bissel family, so she didn't want to force him.

She smiled and said, “Not today. We still have plenty of places to visit, so no need to waste time on

this.”

Seeing that the couple is in tune with each other, Natalia can only shake her head and sign.

“You two lovebirds ... Nevermind, just pretend that I'm not even here!”

Queeny chuckled and blushed.

The three of them hung around, and then went to the McCarthy Properties at six.

Natalia phoned Archie to see whether he had left work, so that they could pick him up.

A few minutes later, Archie showed up.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Having made a reservation in Flat Iron Steak House, they decided to dine out tonight.

After they were seated, Natalia ordered some food for them. While waiting for the dishes, they started

talking about their mission.

“Remember Mr. Quill? Lia looked into him yesterday, and I believe you have already known all the

details. Today I happened to know that my grandma is an acquaintance of him. On the phone, she told

me that she could introduce us to him, so I’ll accompany you guys to see him then.”

Archie said casually, but his words made Queeny’s eyes gleam.

“Really? That’s great!”

In the afternoon, Natalia had already shared the information with them in the car.

They had been worried that Mr. Quill might not be willing to help them if they just showed up at his

house unannounced.

Now with an introduction from the old Mrs. McCarthy, they might succeed with fewer efforts.

However, Archie said, “Don't be too optimistic. As far as I know, Mr. Quill has changed a lot since his

great-granddaughter's disappearance. He is not a fine one to talk to, so we can't be sure that he’ll let us

have the jade even with the help of my grandma.”

Felix’s brow furrowed, “I don't care. I’ll do anything to have my hands on it.”

Archie nodded, “Let's see if we can negotiate with him first. If things get tough, we’ll think of another

way.”

When the meals are served, they changed the subject and started eating.

Having a cheerful moment, they went home by car. The guest room had been well-prepared by Mrs.

Dottie.

It was getting pretty late, and they had to set out early the next day. So Felix simply made a phone call

to the old Mrs. and Mr. McCarthy, expressing his appreciation for their help, and then went to sleep.

The next day, after Archie had made proper arrangements for work, he went to Fordtry along with

them.

Located in south Ambario, Fordtry is a frontier town with much-developed tourism.

The village where Mr. Quill lived was called Warlington, right in Fordtry.

Warlington used to be highly prosperous with nearly ten thousand households, which was a large

population at that time.

Later, as the economy developed in towns, young people left in droves, leaving fewer people in the

village. Now with the depressing economy, those who stayed struggled to get by through handcrafting

and tourism.

When the four of them arrived in Warlington, it was only afternoon. Under the guidance of a local

resident, they came to Mr. Quill's villa.

As the only family in the village that owned a magnificent villa, there was no difficulty for them to find

the Quill family.

A building with red tiles and white walls appeared in front of them. The villa was quite large, but the

door was locked and there were no other people around. Behind it was a hill. Through the garden wall,

they could see the flowers and trees inside. Perhaps there had been no one to trim the plants for a long

time, many of the leaves turned yellow, making the whole villa more desolate.

Felix knocked and asked.

“Anyone home?”

There was no response at all.

He knocked again, but there was no sound of movement at all, as if no one had lived here.

He turned to the local guidance, “Are you sure that Mr. Quill is at home?

The guileless middle-aged man scratched his head, “Yeah I suppose. He's growing older and has poor

eyesight, so he rarely goes out. He should be at home at this hour of the day. That's odd.”

Unwilling to give up, he knocked again, shouting in the local dialect.

After a while, finally there came an echo behind the door.

It was an old man's voice, a deep and croaky yet powerful voice.

“Stop knocking! You’re gonna wake a dead man out of his tomb!”

The words were no sooner out of his mouth than the door was opened from the inside.