Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 653

"Fiona's father getting suspended from his job is enough as it is, but it seems that he was also taken away for investigation. I heard that they found a lot of money in her house and all the money was money her father had embezzled for many years. But apparently, he never spent a single cent and tucked it all away. Is that even considered embezzling?"

"Of course. If he's been embezzling for all those years, I'm glad someone finally caught him. Remember how annoyingly full of herself Fiona used to be? Look at her now. I guess it’s just karma."

"I heard that it has something to do with Miss Lane. I mean, where would a 30-year-old woman like her have such power to do something like this?"

"I heard she has some connections with a powerful man."

"I don't think so. I heard she's Carlson's daughter and h e came into the shop the other day ..."

I knew I could not stay in the bathroom any longer, so I got up and pushed the door open when their chatter came to an abrupt halt.

They looked at me and greeted me awkwardly, "Miss Lane."

I nodded and did not say anything to them.

In this life, everyone would experience some gossip that would end up hurting them when they were young, but as I looked back now, I realized it was just because we were not bold enough.

People with powerful connections would never be scared of gossip. Those were just trivial words. Besides, these were not people I cared about, so I should just treat it like nothing after hearing it. Sticks and stones might break my bones, but words would never break me.

When I got back to the office, Carlson called. He told m e that he was almost done with work and he wanted t o take a stroll around the city.

Now that the municipal manager position was vacant, Zenon had to wait for a new municipal manager to be appointed from the council and the new person would certainly try their best to do something impressive when they got into office. When that happened, Zenon would be able to develop well.

I accompanied Carlson around the city that day. At night after dinner, he was ready to go back to Whaldorf City. I took him to the airport and he told me to take care of myself before he left.

As I left the airport and got into the car, I looked out of the window in a trance. All the people I knew were gone and life had gone back to its previous quiet state as if they were never here.

In the middle of the month, I had a day off.