The next day, I used the excuse of going to the next city for a meeting and drove Kenny's car.

He had some questions. "Where is your car?"

I pretended to be upset. "I scratched it when I went out yesterday and scratched the rearview mirror. I sent it to be repaired."

Kenny handed over me the keys obediently, and cared about me. "Remember to eat no matter how busy you are at noon. Come home early. I will make soup for you."

After a few prevarications, I picked up the key and ran out of the house.

With the previous experience as a lesson, let alone the soup he cooked, even if he sat next to me, I would want to disinfect it.

I changed the license plate at the garage just in case.

There was nothing wrong with the trunk. And there was nothing in the driver's seat either.

After a brief search yielded no results, I was worried that Kenny might come downstairs, so I got in the car and decided to go to another place.

After driving out of the city, I stopped in a suburb.

I bought him this car.

I ended up being used by him my whole life.

Thinking of this, I gritted my teeth in anger and kicked the car a few times.

Unexpectedly, after a shake, a noise came from the trunk.

I flipped up the trunk mat and found a cell phone.

When I opened the phone, what caught my eye was an intimate photo of Kenny and a woman.

My hands were shaking with excitement. I quickly took a picture of this scene.

But the phone had a password. I couldn't unlock it right away.

But this woman was a breakthrough.

I sent the photo to a private investigator, hoping he could find out something from it.

Sitting in the car, I was anxiously waiting for news, and at the same time I opened Kenny's social platform, hoping to find some clues.

After more than an hour, I finally found something wrong in his videos.

The videos he posts were usually advertisements for his own company. He responded to all comments, even if it was just with a few emojis.

But a female commented: [Awesome, you will grow bigger and stronger!] He did not respond.

I clicked on the avatar and found that the woman in the video was indeed the one on the phone wallpaper!

In one of her videos, she captioned, "My husband can't come back for my birthday. I'm sad."

Kenny liked this post.

This made me confirm their relationship. At least they knew each other.

I looked at Kenny's phone in my hand. Could the password be her birthday?