The Big Shot's Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy

“Is there something going on with the Hundred Demons Pavilion?” Kevin Clark asked again.

Charlotte Lane clenched her fingertip and said, “Are you looking for Edward Kirsten?”

Maybe her question was not accurate enough.

They had always been looking for Edward Kirsten.

It’s just that…Kevin Clark seemed to have found him.

He cornered the 319 transaction location, even forcing Edward Kirsten to flee.

Kevin Clark felt a little more relieved, then holding her hand, he said, “Well, we’re still looking for him right now.”

Charlotte Lane was a bit surprised, “how… did you find him?”

“I have summarized various entertainments places, boxing rings, casinos…in different continents. Then I’ve made repeated deductions about Edward Kirsten’s possible psychology, and finally obtained some locations.” Kevin Clark said, “According to the obtained locations, I tried some methods; then I pushed back and scattered countless points from them, feeling feasible and taking action.”

Kevin Clark’s explanation was simple, but whether pushing forward or reflecting backward, it’s a continual process of trial and error.

He even simulated Edward Kirsten’s criminal psychology.

Moreover, he used various methods, both old and new, Chinese and foreign, from the skies, and underground. He even used feng shui to check the locations.

He used combinations of two methods or even three methods.

Because there were too many locations, Kevin Clark believed that apart from some places where Edward Kirsten wanted to be subjectively, other locations must have regular patterns to follow.

It’s just that these rules are hard to find.

Kevin Clark spent a lot of time and energy.

Charlotte Lane looked at Kevin Clark.

He could actually simulate Edward Kirsten’s psychology.

Most importantly, he had never seen Edward Kirsten, and had only based it on other people’s words and some recordings to simulate his psychology.

And… he got it right!

Edward Kirsten was so twisted.

He even… forced Edward Kirsten to flee, breaking the 319 transaction chain.

One could say that they had taken the initiative and started counterattacks.

“Little girl, I didn’t mean to hide it from you.” Kevin Clark said softly, “I just wanted to tell you after making substantial progress.”

Charlotte Lane digested the news as quickly as possible, then asked, “Luke said…someone fled during the fighting…”

Kevin Clark was a little surprised as to how Luke knew so much.

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“A mansion on M Continent.” Kevin Clark said, “It’s uncertain if it’s Edward Kirsten. The fight was so intense, someone just caught a glimpse.”

“Do you have information about that mansion?”

Kevin Clark hesitated for a moment, but still told her, “Yes, it’s in the study room’s computer.”

“I want to see it.” Charlotte Lane said.

“Alright.”

The two went to the study room.

Kevin Clark sat in the chair, holding Charlotte Lane’s waist and let her sit on his lap.

He found the detailed photos sent from M Continent about the mansion.

The photos were taken very carefully, covering almost every place.

A complete mansion could be pieced together in one’s mind.

Charlotte Lane flipped through it quickly, and soon saw the peach blossom tree in the courtyard. She looked at the tree for two seconds, then glanced at the other photos.

“It does seem like a place Edward Kirsten would stay.”

Kevin Clark hugged her a little tighter from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, and said after a pause, “Little girl, I’m a little jealous.”

Charlotte Lane’s thoughts were drifting into the sky, looking over the continents. Suddenly, she was pulled back by his words: “What?”

“I’m jealous.”

Charlotte Lane looked at the photos on the computer screen and understood. She reached up to touch Kevin Clark’s face, and without looking back, said, “I still know you the best.”

Kevin Clark: “……..”

Thank God, Madam still humored me with a response.

Charlotte Lane looked at the information on the computer again. Kevin Clark just silently held her.

In this folder, there are more than just M Continent’s mansion.

There are also photos of some other places.

They don’t seem to be transaction locations but more like living quarters.

And in each place, some of her belongings could be seen.

For example, the pipa in a room, an easel in another room, a swing under a tree, and dancing murals on a wall.

When she finished looking at the materials and remained silent for a while, she realized that Kevin Clark holding her was too quiet.

Charlotte Lane came back to her senses.

Kevin Clark must have seen these photos, and he must have noticed these details as well.

She paused for a moment, opened a drawing tool.

She quickly drew a simple room layout.

“Do I know you best?” Charlotte Lane moved her shoulder a little.

Kevin Clark looked at the picture, which was indeed his usual room layout.

“You only know about my room?” Kevin Clark’s voice was very low, right in Charlotte Lane’s ear.

Charlotte Lane listened to his deliberately pitiful voice, slowly curled her fingertips, took a gentle breath, and said, “Not just that.”

“What else do you know?” Kevin Clark said.

“I know you as a person, I know your thoughts.” Charlotte Lane said in a low voice.

Kevin Clark chuckled, raised his head, and turned Charlotte Lane’s head so she was looking at him. He asked with interest, “What thoughts of mine do you know?”

Charlotte Lane looked at him, paused, and accurately put her hand on his belt buckle, then loosened it for him.

Kevin Clark: “……”

“Do you know?” Charlotte Lane asked.

Kevin Clark suddenly didn’t speak.

If he said he knew, then he would admit that he had dirty thoughts in his head every day.

If he said he didn’t know…he couldn’t be insincere.

“I’ll have the Hundred Demons Pavilion send some people to help you. Their people on various continents will cooperate with Dark Radiance.” Charlotte Lane suddenly said.

Kevin Clark’s thoughts came to an abrupt halt: “…Alright.”

“Do you want to continue?” Charlotte Lane asked again.

Kevin Clark’s thoughts encountered another U-turn: “……”

He paused, holding the back of her head, and kissed her.

A kiss that was not gentle but a little fierce.

After releasing her, Kevin Clark kissed her lips twice more.

He, of course, wanted to continue, but she had been too tired these days and hadn’t been sleeping well.

He couldn’t bear it.

“On our next rest day, I’ve made a reservation. You’re not allowed to go home.”

Charlotte Lane chuckled, lowered her eyes, and tightened his belt again.

Kevin Clark’s forehead vein bulged out: “…”

He suspected she did it on purpose.