Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 838: Erin Yates

"Hey beautiful, are you here alone?" Morgan Quinn tapped the woman’s shoulder as she turned around.

A delicate face, with well-defined features and red lips, she wasn’t exactly stunning but certainly striking.

Morgan Quinn immediately noticed the girl, leaning lazily against the bar with his back, flashing a charming smile and said, "Care for a drink together?"

The woman showed no expression, her red lips slightly parted, and her voice was cold: "Buzz off."

Morgan Quinn chuckled and moved closer, asking, "What’s wrong? Feeling upset? Did you just break up?"

The woman turned her head away, ignoring Morgan Quinn, her eyes quickly scanning towards the stairs leading to the second floor of the bar, as if searching or waiting for something. She subtly tapped the wireless earphone hidden beneath her long hair.

Morgan Quinn: "Which jerk made you unhappy? Tell me, bro here is great at comforting people."

The woman frowned beautifully, annoyed: "Didn’t you hear me say buzz off?"

Morgan Quinn continued with his cheeky smile and even stretched his arm over the woman’s shoulder, his fingers gently sliding across as he said, "Using such a pretty face to get angry is quite a waste, I’d say..."

"Bang—"

A heavy sound hit the ground, accompanied by Morgan Quinn’s screams, attracting everyone’s attention around.

No one knew what happened, only seeing Morgan Quinn lying on the ground wailing.

Nearby, Faye Xavier, who had been observing the interaction, witnessed the woman in the black dress grabbing Morgan Quinn’s restless hand and skillfully throwing him over her shoulder...

Faye Xavier, being trained herself, recognized this woman’s exceptional skills, effortlessly tossing a taller man to the ground left Faye momentarily shocked.

As he came to his senses and prepared to approach Morgan Quinn to seek explanations, he saw the woman casually carrying her bag, strutting in high heels toward the bar exit.

Faye Xavier didn’t dare to pursue since analyzing the throw earlier, he suspected he might not win a fight against her.

"Ah! Damn, I feel like my bones are shattered! It’s killing me." Morgan Quinn cursed as he sat up from the floor.

Faye Xavier helped him up, curious, asking: "Who was that woman?"

Morgan Quinn rolled his eyes, irritably answering: "How should I know?"

Faye Xavier pulled a nearby chair, letting Morgan Quinn sit down, saying: "And you talked to her for ages without finding anything out? Anyway, I think she’s got skills, not a regular person."

"Never mind who she is, my back is giving out, damn I need a rest."

The woman in the black dress strode outside, looking around before heading toward a nondescript gray van parked diagonally across the street.

Someone inside immediately opened the car door, asking, "Why’d you come out?"

The woman removed the wireless earphone, tossing it onto the seat, climbed into the car, picked up her coat while wrapping it around herself, saying, "I’ve been tailing him all night but he didn’t show up, definitely not coming tonight. Maybe they heard something and canceled the deal. Plus, inside it’s filled with old perverts, it’s driving me nuts. Master, could you stop assigning me these missions?"

The man in black from the other side took off his surveillance headset, turning away from the computer screen, replied: "You insisted on coming, now you’re complaining about this and that."

The middle-aged man in the driver’s seat chuckled, asking, "So Franklin, where to now? How about we grab some dinner? Nobody’s had supper yet."

Franklin Sutton sighed, closed the computer equipment, nodded, saying: "Find a place to eat, leave this to the Linchester police for further observation, they’ve got goods unsold, surely there’ll be movement. Can’t wait too long for an operation on that kind of stuff."

The woman casually tied her hair into a ponytail, saying: "Just afraid they know the heat is on and might slow it down."

Franklin Sutton confidently said: "Impossible, Old Snake is wanted for murder everywhere, he escaped from Rivia to Linchester obviously trying to flee abroad, he desperately needs money, so those goods he is eager to sell."

"Whatever, let’s eat first, I’m starving."

Sitting in the front row, another officer, Lynn Bishop, quipped: "Erin, weren’t you full and satisfied in the bar earlier?"

Erin Yates replied with disdain: "Are you really a classmate of the master at the police academy? Don’t know you can’t drink on assignments? Full and satisfied, I’m gonna wring your neck!"

Lynn Bishop: "You’re so rough that’s why you don’t have a boyfriend!"

Erin Yates: "Who cares about that from you, old man?"

Lynn Bishop: "Hey, Franklin, isn’t your wife also traveling nearby? It’s been over half a month, aren’t you going to visit her?"

Franklin Sutton recalled: "She called yesterday saying she’d be playing around Valewood for two days, and then going straight to Kenwick. Asking her to detour to Linchester would be troublesome, besides I don’t have any time now to accompany her. She doesn’t know I’m on assignment here, telling her would only make her worry, likely ruining her trip enjoyment."

Erin Yates: "Master, didn’t know you had such delicate thoughts despite being such a straightforward guy."

Franklin Sutton glared at Erin, but before he could say anything, his pocket phone rang.

He answered the call, while Erin and Lynn bickered beside him.

Back at the bar, Morgan Quinn hadn’t quite recovered from that shoulder throw, feeling pain everywhere.

No mood for hitting on women anymore, he drank a few glasses and dragged Faye Xavier back to the hotel, with Faye teasing him on the way, regretting not capturing the scene with his phone.

Morgan Quinn threatened: "Better not let me run into her again, or else..."

Faye Xavier: "Forget the threats, didn’t you learn from experiencing that throw? Know the woman’s skills yet?"

Morgan Quinn scorned: "Tch, that was a sneak attack, I wasn’t prepared at all."

Faye Xavier: "Hard to say, she seems professionally trained, your flashy, skill-less moves might not hold up against her."

Morgan Quinn glared: "Whose side are you on? I’m battered and you don’t even offer comfort?"

Faye Xavier: "Wasn’t me who hit you, so what’s the point of swearing at me? If you truly want proof, I could check hotel surveillance and inquiry to locate her for you, then a fair fight would show you the risks of overestimating yourself."

"Screw you! No more introducing pretty girls to you ever!"

Faye Xavier chuckled cheekily, saying: "Pretty girls or not, honestly, I don’t lack them myself."