My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 321

Chapter 321: Chapter 321: Missing Her Again

Three more days passed as Gwen Morgan waited anxiously.

She and Miller had staked out the location in advance, aiming a pair of high-powered binoculars at the villa’s entrance.

Just as Miller said, Damien Vaughn’s car appeared around eleven at night.

But Damien Vaughn was highly vigilant. He didn’t get out, driving straight into the garage.

The lights in the house were off, and the curtains were drawn. She couldn’t see a thing.

"Are they always this cautious?"

"There are exceptions, like last time. Miss Morgan, I’ve had to use every ounce of my patience trying to dig up clues for you."

’The nerve of him, trying to take credit?’

Gwen Morgan shot Miller an annoyed glare.

"What good is it just knowing he’s here? We still can’t get a picture of that woman’s face. Go think of a way to lure them out!"

"But..."

Miller didn’t dare.

He wasn’t sure if there were cameras by the door.

"Miss Morgan, I think we’d better not risk tipping them off. What if we screw up and get exposed? It’s not that I’m scared, but how about this? Let me come back during the day to survey the area and come up with a solid plan. That way, all this won’t be for nothing. How does that sound?"

Although Gwen Morgan was impatient, she had to admit Miller had a point.

After waiting this long, she could bear another few days.

But to her surprise, a breakthrough came much sooner than expected.

Sometimes, when you’re fixated on something and desperate for an answer, it remains elusive. The moment you stop thinking about it, things suddenly take a turn.

On the afternoon of the second day after their stakeout, Miller suddenly called her.

"Miss Morgan, big news, big news! I snuck back to the villa this afternoon to check out the area and ran into President Vaughn! There’s definitely more than one woman in that house, but the other one is older. I don’t know what they’re up to, but she seems to be injured. I’ll send you the photos."

As he spoke, a series of photos streamed onto Gwen Morgan’s phone.

With her heart pounding, Gwen Morgan opened the photos. She’d expected to see some breathtaking beauty in a series of scandalous, intimate moments with Damien Vaughn, but instead...

A van, a wheelchair, a patient.

The older woman was wearing an oxygen mask, and the scene looked just like a medical rescue. This...

’Who were they rescuing?’

Gwen Morgan zoomed in on the photo, trying to see the face of the woman in the oxygen mask, but it was too blurry. However, she got a clear view of her hand.

On the woman’s wrist was a uniquely designed diamond bracelet. Gwen Morgan was so agitated she almost threw her phone.

’Auntie! How is that possible? She was looking at Damien Vaughn’s mother! This...’

’Wasn’t she already dead? Didn’t Cecelia Archer push her down the stairs, killing her on the spot?’

’It’s been months. How could she suddenly appear?’

’But there’s no way I’m mistaken.’

That bracelet was a rare, one-of-a-kind piece from a famous European designer—a gift from Gwen Morgan herself.

Back then, to get into her good graces, she had gone to great lengths to acquire that bracelet. Mrs. Vaughn had always adored it.

’Oh my god.’ In an instant, countless thoughts and possibilities flashed through Gwen Morgan’s mind. And then, suddenly, she understood.

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