The next moment, a man got out of the driver's seat. After getting out, Grace walked around the front of the car and took the man's hand, leaning her head over to him affectionately.
Susan, holding the child, followed behind them.
It disappointed me so much.
I knew that man, Steve Allen, was Grace's crush.
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No wonder I always felt that the boy's eyes were somewhat familiar. I understood the moment I saw Steve.
His eyes were almost exactly the same as Steve's.
Steve was the one that Grace had been longing for for many years.
He, handsome and from a wealthy family, was a school bully in the university.
Like his other fans, Grace had been secretly in love with him but had never been able to get his love for many years.
She managed to date him as Steve broke up with his girlfriend.
Unexpectedly, as they were about to get married, Steve was expelled from school because his family went bankrupt and he falsified his thesis. In the end, the two separated.
Grace became my girlfriend later, and we got married after dating for half a year.
Back to reality, I called her while sitting in the car.
Sitting by the window, Grace picked up her phone, took a look at it, and then pressed the hang-up button impatiently.
I suppressed my anger and called her again.
Steve, sitting next to Grace, leaned over and said something in her ear. She smiled shyly and answered the phone slowly.
"Hey, what's going on? You know I'm outside with Oscar, don't you?"
Hearing Grace's questions, I felt completely disappointed.
"Where are you? I'm coming to find you."
Grace snorted coldly.
"What did you find me earlier? I was having dinner with Oscar and Susan. We will go home after that."
Then, Grace hung up the phone impatiently.
Hearing the busy tone on the phone, the taxi driver looked at me sympathetically.
"Bro, there are thousands of good women. Don't be sad."
I forced a smile, then took out my cell phone and made a call.
"Hello, I want to report someone abducting a child."
The taxi driver was stunned for a moment and then gave me a thumbs-up.
After the call, I sent a message to my childhood friend.
[Help me investigate Steve Allen. I need all his information.]
Yara Gerta replied to me very quickly: [OK!]
Later, I immediately went to the bank and printed out all the recent transaction records.
It was getting dark already when I got home.
Upon entering the community, I saw a patrol car parked in front of my house.