Stop It, She’s Remarrying (Fia and Conrad)
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Chapter 734

Conrad took a deep breath. He knew that there was something that he couldn't hide from her

anymore.

Otherwise, she would become even more suspicious.

"This is what's happening, Fia."

Fia stared right into Conrad's eyes, waiting for his explanation.

"I'm also suspecting that there's something wrong with her. I've already had my ment investigate Miss Thomas and Esme. They really were friends when they're overseas."

Fia then viciously said, "Just because they're friends? And that's normal?"

Conrad was worried that he would provoke Fia, so he said gently, "Fia, I'm not trying to say you're wrong. However, we really don't have any evidence to show that she's not Britney Thomas and that she's Esme."

Fia frowned. "Check her DNA."

"I did. The body's DNA belongs to Esme, and the DNA of the woman down there belongs to Britney." Conrad didn't believe it either. But that was what the information from the database stated. There was no way to fake that.

There were even people from the Hellish Training Camp interfering with his investigation. That proved that the person behind Britney was also related to the training camp.

And that person had to be related to one of the three leaders of the training camp. No one knew his or her identity, which meant that it was extremely dangerous.

"Fia, I promise you that I'll force her to reveal her identity. Don't rush first, alright?" Conrad's voice was still as gentle. "I'm not dragging my feet. But think about it, Fia. If she was Esme, how did she manage to escape without raising any alarm? There must be someone very powerful behind her. The only reason that I'm being so cautious is because I'm worried that you would put yourself in danger by acting rashly." Fia looked into Conrad's attractive eyes. He was being too earnest, and she couldn't be doubtful of him.

And he was right. One call from her was enough to make her go to River Fane. She had already been ambushed once. She couldn't let that happen again!

"So, listen to me, alright?" Conrad said pleadingly.

"Alright. I'll listen to you," she said pitifully.

Conrad then kissed her lips. "I know you're the best, Fia."

Fia lowered her eyes. "Don't lie to me."

"I swear I'm not lying to you. If I am, then let me die a painful death and my body be shreded to pieces!" Conrad didn't even hesitate before making the pledge.

Fia instantly felt that she was being too bullheaded. She even felt somewhat sorry for it.

Conrad then picked her up and left the study. "Is it okay if you take a nap first?"

"Sure." She tried to calm herself down when she remembered his vow.

Conrad helped Fia remove her coat and shoes. Once she was lying down, he tucked her under the blanket.

"Relax and don't think too much into it."

Fia nodded and looked into Conrad's eyes. She asked, "You're going to see her?"

"Yes." Conrad patted Fia's head. "I need to prove something. If you're there, she will be on the alert."

Fia frowned. She was becoming worried and nervous.

Conrad could see it too, and so he bent over and kissed her, whispering, "There's a security camera in the living room. Tiger, Mrs. Taylor, and Mrs. Whitley are all here. I can fight pretty well too. She can't hurt

me."

Fia nodded and said, "You can't touch her. And definitely no hugging."

Conrad wasn't sure what kind of expression he should have. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm worried that you'll use yourself as bait just to test her!" Fia said irritatingly.

Conrad smiled happily. "Sure, I'll remember how jealous my little Fia would get. I'll keep my distance."

"Alright!" Fia said with a stern expression. "Go now. Once I'm awake, I'll rewind the security footage."

"Sure. I'll wait for you to check on it later."

Conrad walked out of the master bedroom and closed the door. The warmth on his face disappeared and his expression became cold, just like his usual self.

Just as Esme was fidgeting, she heard footsteps from the stairs. She instantly turned around and looked.

Conrad was wearing a khaki sweater with a pair of black pants. Not wearing formal clothes made him look softer, but his expression was as cold as ever.