Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

In this information age, new idols emerge every day.

And every day, new gossip pieces of various sizes emerge.

So, whether it’s the students or the media, after pursuing Timmy for a while and seeing no response from him, the enthusiasm gradually faded, and everyone’s life returned to normalcy.

Richelle Dunn finally relaxed her tense nerves.

That night, after putting the three children to sleep, she went back to her bedroom, turned on her computer, and started working.

Closing in on 11 PM, after working for over an hour, she finally intercepted the information she wanted.

She had spent several days to arrange this information, and it wasn’t easy to get hold of it.

Maybe it was because she was too excited, but she forgot that Roy Lewis usually slept around 10 PM, and she directly sent the compressed information package to him.

It wasn’t until the financier’s account replied, “Received, thank you for your hard work!”

Richelle, startled, realized: Shouldn’t Roy be sleeping at this time?

Breaking into a cold sweat, she quickly got up and went to the neighboring bedroom.

Pushing open the door, she saw Roy lying in bed, breathing evenly and steadily, clearly in a deep sleep.

So, who was the person who had just replied to her?

Richelle’s palms were sweaty, and when she thought about it, she couldn’t come up with a better method.

Thus, she took out a piece of paper and wrote a line on it.

“Dear financier, I sent you an information packet at 11 PM, and you replied ‘Received, thank you for your hard work!’ — Margareth.”

After writing it down, Richelle returned to her room and called Roy’s phone.

After it rang a few times, Roy finally picked it up.

“Richelle, what’s going on?”

Richelle only hinted, “Look under the pillow…”

Then she hung up the call.

About two or three minutes later, the financier sent a message.

“Margareth, the information has been received, and the follow-up has been dealt with!”

It seemed that it was indeed Roy this time.

Richelle simply replied with “Okay,” and then sat down in front of the computer to handle other matters.

Until she was tired and ready to sleep, the financier hadn’t contacted her again.

So, she turned off the computer and went back to the bedroom.

As expected, Roy was not there.

On the back of the paper she’d left earlier, there was a new line of words written by Roy.

“Baby, you go to sleep first, good night!”

Richelle guessed that there must be big trouble on Roy’s side.

She wondered if she could sleep tonight.

She went downstairs to the kitchen and brewed a pot of calming tea for him, also preparing some snacks.

She dragged a chair to the door of the study and placed the tray on it.

Without disturbing Roy, who was inside the study, she simply sent him a WhatsApp message.

“I’ve prepared tea and snacks for you. They’re by the door!”

A few minutes later, she received Roy’s response.

“Thank you, baby. Good night!”

Richelle fell asleep quickly, while in the study, Roy was discussing possible outcomes of this matter with Kennedy Green.

“Uncle, I still feel that it’s somewhat arbitrary to judge Derrick Warrington based on today’s incident.”

Kennedy asked, “During your surgery, I let him temporarily manage your account for a few days because your usual hacker contacts might reach out to you. You knew this. But after you resumed work, I informed him to stop using the account. He logged in while changing the password, which alone is enough evidence to convict him!”

Roy agreed with Kennedy’s statement, “Uncle, what I’m afraid of is not judging an innocent person wrongly but what he might do with the information he took tonight if he’s guilty. Including the information he handled during my surgery, what will he use them for!”

Kennedy thought about it seriously, then asked him.

“So, what do you plan to do?”

Roy shared his plan, and Kennedy had no objections.

“Alright then, he’s your subordinate. How to clear his name, how to convict him, and how to deal with the prior losses will be your responsibility to handle and follow up.”

Roy and Kennedy chatted until almost dawn.

Having made arrangements for the current situation, Roy finally went back to bed.

He thought Richelle would have been asleep by now.

But as soon as he entered the room, Richelle sat up.

“Are you done?”

Roy nodded, quickly walked over and gently embraced her.

“Didn’t I tell you to sleep earlier and not wait for me?”

Richelle had actually slept, but her sleep was light, and she was always concerned about his condition, opening her eyes at the slightest movement.

“Go freshen up, and I’ll give you a few acupuncture treatments. Rest for half a day tomorrow, and after you’ve rested, deal with the matters.”

Roy wanted to say he was fine but thought better of it.

Whether he was fine or not, Richelle would know once she took his pulse.

Rather than giving her empty reassurances, it’s better to let her do her job and listen to her.

After freshening up, Richelle was ready, and she asked him to lie down, took his pulse, and asked if he had any discomforts. Then she picked up the silver needles and inserted them into his neck and hands.

At first, Roy was awake and asked a few questions, but a few minutes later, he fell asleep.

Once he was asleep, Richelle furrowed her brows.

Truth be told, his all-night work heavily impacted him, considering he’d undergone two major surgeries in a row..