Chapter 8: Installation Monitoring

Trixie answered "Yes" smoothly, only to see that he had a weird expression . "What's the matter?" She asked. "Nothing, maybe I was wrong."  He shook his head. His attitude, on the contrary, caused her to ring the alarm bell in her heart. "Director Frank, just say something." He stared at Daryl, who was with her daughter, he hesitated, but lowered his voice. "This person, I seem to have seen him but the woman beside him at that time was not you." Soon, Daryl and her daughter came up. Before she could react, he was pulled and put behind. That person who pulled her was her husband. Daryl then said with special meaning, "Trixie, who is this, don't you want to introduce us?" In normal times, Trixie would think that he was jealous, but now, she always felt that he was guilty. After introducing them to each other, Frank left and gave her a deep look before leaving. On the way back, she repeatedly thought about Frank's words in her mind. Could it be that the female companion he was referring to was the little sister of the club? But looking at Frank's expression, it's not like that at all. She was listening to Kinsley's cheers in her ear, took out her mobile phone with shaking hands, and couldn't help turning over the collected goods. She doesn't want to wait any longer, so she had to place an order for monitoring now. "Honey, are you listening to me?" Daryl suddenly turned around and startled her. Her cell phone buckled on her knee. And, unexpectedly slipped down. She exclaimed and stretched out her hand to get it. But she did not find the mobile phone. Instead, she touched a soft layer of cloth. Trixie felt that something was wrong so she leaned down to look at it carefully, but when she saw the thing clearly, she felt sick and gave out goose bumps. Underwear! What she had in her hand was actually a pair of black ladies' lace underwear! And looking at it, it was worn. Trixie almost vomited with nausea. The position where she put her feet was usually a blind spot, so she didn't pay attention until she picked up her mobile phone. She was about to ask him, but Daryl suddenly opened his mouth and made her wake up. "Trixie, haven't you found it yet?" He asked. "I found it." She said, then threw the underwear at him without changing her expression, picked up her mobile phone and sat up straight, but her heart was in turmoil. This car was his usual work car, and she had never sat in it. And that pair of underwear was not the style she wore. No matter how she thought about it, she knew that there was a woman in this car and she took off her underwear. For what? It goes without saying that! When they got home, she immediately washed her hands crazily, as if she was washing something invisible. After dinner, Daryl came to hug her and whispered, "The list has not been fixed yet, because you offended Mr. William Moore last time, he has been aloof to us. I have to go to Arial city again for three days." She felt guilty at first, but she couldn't help staring at her husband with doubts these days. "Really? I'm sorry." Trixie said apologetically. He did not look directly at her. "Needless to say, I'm sorry, we are married." She sneered in her heart. Are we really husband and wife? But why did he keep a lot of secrets? Three days was enough for her to install the monitoring device, and the online logistics was very fast. The next day, she received a miniature camera. By now, he had no way out. Even if she gave up the investigation halfway, she would be immersed in the pain of suspicion all her life. She gritted her teeth and installed the miniature camera beside the hanging picture in the living room, which was hidden. Now, she was just waiting to catch turtles in a jar.