Chapter 1080 - 504: Tracing the Origin

Chapter 1080: Chapter 504: Tracing the Origin

Because she mentioned that her mother exchanged the token of love for money, it should have been sold or pawned.

The money was only enough for the mother and daughter to live in that cramped one-bedroom apartment, so it wasn’t very valuable.

Lawrence Winters heard this and remembered something else.

Miss Tang’s biological father.

In Miss Tang’s narrative, her biological father was completely absent.

When Miss Tang’s mother passed away, it was her mother’s best friend who arranged the burial.

And who raised Miss Tang, who was still in her infancy at the time?

Lawrence Winters’ mind ran wild, her thoughts particularly scattered.

So she sent all the clues she had thought of to Daoist Wang without reservation.

Daoist Wang was elated to see them and replied, "Lawrence, you are truly my lucky star! After today I’ll treat you to steamed lobster at Fortunate Gate!"

Lawrence Winters was so happy that she sent several "good good good" emojis.

Over here, Daoist Wang methodically continued to question Miss Tang: "With the exchanged jewelry, you didn’t get to live in a big house. That is indeed quite pitiful. But what about your father? Miss Tang, where is your biological father? Didn’t he take responsibility for raising you? When your mother passed away, you weren’t even one year old, so you grew up with your father, right?"

Miss Tang sneered, "My mother was unlucky in love. I don’t know who my father is. I grew up with my mother’s best friend."

"Ah? So you don’t have other relatives? What about your maternal grandparents? Are there none?" Daoist Wang felt a bit sympathetic towards Miss Tang.

This girl’s fate is exceptionally tough...

Miss Tang shook her head, lowered her eyes, and said, "My mother was originally an orphan and grew up in an orphanage. She fell in love with Isaac York during high school and stayed with him for over a decade, but ended up tragically."

"As for me, my foster mother said, I am the ’spoils of war’ from one of my mother’s depressed one-night stands after breaking up with Isaac York. She doesn’t even know who the man was."

Daoist Wang: "..."

He couldn’t help but sigh. Lawrence’s questions are sharp, each one a thunderbolt, striking Miss Tang inside and out.

He could see that Miss Tang was starting to feel fatigued.

Daoist Quan thoughtfully said, "Let’s call it a day. We can go back and think of ways. Miss Tang, if you think of other clues, feel free to let us know, and see if we can make any breakthroughs."

This time, Miss Tang’s spirit was visibly dampened by Daoist Wang’s questioning. She didn’t act as aggressively as before, just nodded and saw Daoist Wang and Daoist Quan out.

After Daoist Wang and Daoist Quan left, Daoist Wang didn’t follow Daoist Quan back to the place where they were staying. Instead, he went alone to the large residence where Lawrence Winters was staying.

On the way, he sent Lawrence Winters a WeChat message, saying he wanted to come by to see her and thank her, and take her to Fortunate Gate for steamed lobster.

Lawrence Winters happily agreed, changed clothes, and went downstairs.

Edward Foster, who’d been keeping an eye on the movement in the opposite room with the door open, jumped out and said with a smile, "Lawrence, you’re done?"

Lawrence Winters waved at him, smiling brightly, "Daoist Wang will take me to Fortunate Gate for steamed lobster soon!"

"Ah?! Steamed lobster! I want some too! Lawrence, can I join you guys? I’ll cover the bill!" Edward Foster said excitedly.

He’s been cooped up for days and was eager to go out.

Lawrence Winters’ eyes twinkled; Daoist Wang’s invite, and Edward Foster covering the bill seemed like a good deal.

Originally, she intended to pay herself; Daoist Wang didn’t seem particularly affluent, and she worried that she might cause him to overspend if she ate too much lobster.

But Edward Foster was different; he was wealthy...

Lawrence Winters thought for a moment and said, "I can’t decide that, you’ll have to ask Daoist Wang when he arrives. If he agrees, that’s fine."

Implying, if Daoist Wang disagrees, there’s nothing she can do about it.

Edward Foster eagerly nodded, "I’ll ask, I’ll ask!"

When Daoist Wang arrived, surveying the luxurious living room with his mouth agape, Edward Foster smiled and said, "Great Heavenly Master Wang, I heard you’re inviting Lawrence to dinner. Include me, please? I can order food and foot the bill. Plus, I don’t eat much!"

Daoist Wang already knew Edward Foster’s identity. He laughed and looked at Lawrence Winters, "Lawrence, is this your friend? If you agree, I have no objection, ha-ha... someone footing the bill, how can I be unhappy?"

Lawrence Winters: "..."

Daoist Wang, it’s not nice to be so blunt.

But Edward Foster didn’t mind, laughingly joined them and even took the passenger seat next to Lawrence Winters.

Daoist Wang sat in the back seat.

Lawrence Winters didn’t drive the Porsche sports car today, but rather the car Quentin Parker had initially prepared for Kenneth Osborne.

Just as she was about to drive off, Lawrence Winters remembered Mrs. Foster and Abigail Henderson.

Since they often ate together, it seemed thoughtless not to invite them today.

Lawrence Winters asked Edward Foster to call Mrs. Foster.

Edward Foster, arms folded behind his head, relaxedly said, "My mom’s gone into the city today, not home. Lawyer Henderson went to see Kenneth Osborne, not home for dinner. Just us two."

He originally considered a candlelit dinner with Lawrence Winters but felt awkward due to his poor culinary skills, fearing Lawrence Winters would laugh at him.

Now being able to eat out, he was naturally happy.

He even thought the chubby Daoist Wang was cute.

Lawrence Winters, seeing him say this, didn’t insist further and drove fifty miles to Fortunate Gate Restaurant from Arcadia City.

Fortunate Gate Restaurant in Arcadia City is the oldest Eastern restaurant in the West. Built by the sea, it has a history of one hundred and fifty years, a large area, and architecture blending East and West, very distinctive.

When they got out of the car, Daoist Wang explained to them, "The lobster here is the freshest. Their buyers go straight to Monica Pier daily, buying seafood directly from the fishing boats, freshly caught without going through cold storage, much tastier than Maine lobsters."

Lawrence Winters was almost salivating.

The three of them walked into the restaurant, seeing a long queue in the lobby waiting for seating.

The greeter at the door told them that reservations here must be made a month in advance, asking if they had one.

Lawrence Winters was troubled, having run here without checking details properly, seemingly unable to eat today...

Edward Foster then stepped forward, made a phone call, and waited a moment. Soon, the manager came out, nodding and bowing to Edward Foster, leading the three of them inside.

Lawrence Winters and Daoist Wang both looked at Edward Foster.

Edward Foster felt proud but casually remarked, "The owner of this restaurant is my uncle, I just called him."

Lawrence Winters and Daoist Wang exchanged glances and then laughed together.

Well, they didn’t feel guilty about eating lavishly now.

The three followed the manager to the unique glass box on the restaurant’s second floor, who said, "This is specially reserved for esteemed guests, enjoy."

From there, they could overlook the hall below.

As always, Fortunate Gate Restaurant was bustling, squeezing in seating, no empty spots.

After Lawrence Winters sat down, her gaze inadvertently swept over the hall, suddenly seeing someone familiar.

She steadied herself and looked carefully again.

Indeed, it was Isaac York.

He was dining with a woman and two kids.

The older child appeared to be sixteen or seventeen, the younger only two or three.

The woman seemed very familiar with Isaac York, frequently serving him food and even wiping his mouth with a tissue...

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This is the first Chapter, with two Chapters today!

Got delayed by some matters.

Second Chapter at 7:30 p.m.

Lots of love! ??