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Meanwhile, Stanley, who was cheerfully ying chess with Frank in the residentialmunity, saw who was calling; his pupils dted slightly.

“Oh, isn’t this Olivia?” He answered the phone immediately, but before he could speak, his mobile was snatched away by the elderly woman selling yogurt.

“Olivia, why haven’t youe back recently? I miss you very much.” The elderlydy gently swirled her hot coffee in her hand. “You, my dear child, never think abouting back and visiting us.”

Olivia let out a softugh. “I’ll be back in a few days. I’m dying for your homemade yogurt.”

“You only think of your grandma when you want yogurt. Alright then, I’ll get the yogurt ready and wait for you toe back. There’s a brand new vor out, yellow peach and aloe, and I’ve saved some just for you.”

“Alright,” Olivia said dotingly. “Please pass the phone to Stanley. I have something to discuss with him.”

The phone was finally returned to Stanley, who addressed Olivia politely, saying, “Olivia, is there something you need?b” /b

“Um, I have something.” The tone closely resembled that of an exchange between a superior and a subordinate.

“You are not busy right now, are you?” Olivia’s voice remained cold, betraying no emotion.

Stanley moved to a ce where no one was present and, in a humble tone, said, “It’s nothing. I have had plenty of free timetely.”

“Pleasee over here to Willow Lane now.” After she finished speaking, Olivia hung up the phone.

“Hello? Hello?” Before Stanley could react, the sound from the other side disappeared.

“Olivia…” Stanley muttered, without pausing as he mounted his scooter and left.

In winter, the cold was severe, and the wind made his bones ache with pain. “Mr. Saunders, go out?” someone asked.

Stanley draped the windproof nket over himself and nodded firmly. It was not that he was unwilling to speak; rather, the cold wind was pouring into his mouth.

Meanwhile, Olivia is in the courtyard brewing coffee over the stove and preparing some peanuts and fruit.

There was a sudden knock at the door. Nina set aside what she was using to tend the fire and stood up to open the door.

“Who is MysticHealer?” A man, Ansel Nash, in a police uniform burst in, his gaze falling on Nina. “Are you MysticHealer?”

“I’m not MysticHealer.” Nina waved her hands repeatedly, but was pushed to the ground by that man.

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Nina held her arm and frowned, “Who are you?”

“Where is MysticHealer?” Ansel ignored Nina and shouted toward the courtyard.

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“Here.” Olivia stood up, her face full of aggression. “What do you want with me?” After speaking, Olivia stepped forward to help Nina up, then fixed a cold gaze on Ansel.

“You have been reported for conducting a fraudulent livestream. The content was scripted, and the participants were preselected.” Ansel let out a derisiveugh. “Pleasee with me and cooperate with our work.”

Olivia remained silent, nced at him, and immediately sensed that something was amissb. /b

Judicial procedures follow strict protocols. When police officers conducted investigations at a residence, they always operated in pairs; it was impossible for only one officer toe.

It was even less likely that someone would want to take her away immediately upon arrival. It was evident that this person came for her.

“Officer, we have not engaged in fraudulent live streaming.” Nina supported herself as she stood up, clutching her lower abdomen, and exined urgently, “All our live streaming activities are recorded in the backend; you can review the yback.” fn04ca Follow current nov?ls on find~novel/fn04ca

Ansel, clearly impatient, snapped, “Stop talking nonsense. If you keep interfering with official business, I’ll have you arrested as well.”

“Police officer-” Nina was about to say something more, but Olivia stopped her.

Olivia looked at Ansel with interest and said, “Nina, ignore him. What kind of police officer is he?”