###Chapter 656 Let Her Go And I'll Sign It - Part 5

Ivelle stared at him angrily. She had scolded him a hundred times in her heart. She ignored him, went up to the second-floor room angrily, and sat sulking.

Downstairs came the sound of things being smashed, Ivelle was thinking that Timothy was really inexplicable. She simply covered herself in the quilt and tried not to care about him.

After she laid down for a long time, her stomach growled. Ivelle didn't eat much all day. She thought she could have a meal in Adelle's kitchen but she didn't want to be disturbed by the psychopath Timothy.

After she struggled with herself for a while, Ivelle went downstairs to get something to eat. If she would continue to be hungry, she knew that she would have insomnia at night.

In the kitchen, Timothy's didn't seem to come over. Fortunately, there were a lot of fruits and vegetables in the refrigerator. Ivelle looked around and she had no choice but to cook a piece of noodles.

However, Timothy came before she sat down to eat and she had no choice but to feel that she had eaten her cooked noodles directly. Ivelle was angry with him.

She glared at him angrily and almost roared out, "Timothy, I cooked this noodle. I haven't eaten it yet. That's enough!"

As if nothing has happened, he ate a few mouthfuls of noodles, looked at her, and said, "These ingredients are from my family. Can't I eat them?"

Ivelle was speechless and she watched him eat. She wanted to beat him up at that time.

But after all, she could not do that because she needed his help.

After she cooked a new one, Timothy looked at her seriously and focused. Ivelle was a little confused for a moment. She looked at his appearance, twitched the corner of her eye, protected the noodles in front of him, looked at him, and said, "Timothy, you have already eaten, this is mine."

He looked at her, his eyes a little cold, "Eat yours, stingy."

With that, he went straight upstairs. She looked at him as he walked and she thought that he was a little strange but she didn't say much.

After she ate her noodles, she cleaned up. It was getting dark. It had been three or four hours. Ivelle didn't know what happened to Jordan and Joseph hasn't called yet.

She was holding the phone and she was waiting for a call from him. She decided that she could wait anymore. She was about to call but before the call was made, her phone rang.

It was Joseph.

When Ivelle picked up the phone, she didn't wait for the other side to speak, she immediately said, "Uncle Joseph, have you found him? How's Jordan?"

The other end of the line hesitated for a moment and said, "Miss, the information we found was that those people did not take Boss Jordan away that night but took him nearby and directly shot his body after they asked some questions. You'd better go back to the police station and have a look. It may really be Boss Jordan."

All of a sudden, Ivelle watched everything around her spinning. Wet tears fell and some made their way into her mouth, it tasted salty. How was it possible!

"Uncle Joseph, that body was not Jordan. Really, there must be something wrong. No, that would not happen to Jordan. Those people have lied to you. Check again." Ivelle recalled how the corpse looked over and over again in her mind but she knew in her heart that it wasn't Jordan.

Uncle Joseph seemed a little helpless and said, "Miss, I know you may not want to accept it but I caught all the people who took Mr. Jordan that night. If you really don't want to accept it, why don't you ask them yourself?"

Ivelle nodded. "OK, I'll be right there."

"No, I'll bring someone over to Timothy's villa later. Timothy also has a question to ask." With that, Joseph hung up the phone. Ivelle stayed where she was, her brain was buzzing and she was a little dizzy for a moment.

Timothy came down from upstairs, he was wearing a bathrobe, looked at her, and said, "Are you sure Jordan is dead? Why are you crying like that? I'll say that he has a lot of bad luck but you still should not believe it. You'd better think about how to cooperate now with the Gates Family. For an enterprise as big as Astley's, it will be hard for you to manage it alone!"

Ivelle looked at him, it was as if he didn't take Jordan's matter to heart at all. She was just looking at him freely, Ivelle didn't want to say a word. She was right. Jordan was her husband, what does it have to do with him? Why would he worry about her husband's life?

At the thought of this, she knew that only she could find Jordan!

With a long sigh, Ivelle walked to the gate of the villa. Joseph said that he would come here with the people who had taken Jordan.

"No? Miss Ivelle, it's so bright outside. What are you doing out there?" Timothy's voice sounded behind her. Ivelle ignored him and sat on the stairs at the entrance of the villa while she waited for Joseph's car.

Before long, Joseph's car drove into the villa. Ivelle greeted him when Joseph got out of the car and then two of his men came down also and they were holding a man dressed in black. The man looked embarrassed and bruised and seemed to have been interrogated in advance.

When he saw her, Joseph said, "Miss, this is the head that took Boss Jordan that night."

Ivelle looked at the man and clasped her hands tightly. Although she had a lot of anger in her heart, Ivelle held back and said, "Thank you, Uncle Joseph. Take him in and ask him well."

Joseph nodded and took him into the villa.

Timothy, cross-legged, sat idle on the sofa. He looked at the man Joseph brought in, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Yes, you've been able to catch the head of the group that kidnapped your husband. You're very efficient. You're really from the Weld family. I admire you!"

Joseph raised his eyebrows and motioned for the two men to bring that person near him. He looked at Timothy and said, "Boss, do you need us to strike him down?"

Timothy smiled. "There's no need to it. I'll just ask a few questions. Your lady will continue to ask later. I'll make it quick!"

Joseph did not say anything, he just gave a hum.

Timothy stooped close to the man, narrowed his eyes, and smiled, "Brother, everyone is here, you can say what I ask, otherwise you will suffer and it is not a big deal if you will accidentally lose your life."

"Timothy, is this a threat to me?" The man looked at Timothy calmly, without the slightest fear on his face but without the self-cultivation of a prisoner at all.

Timothy did not have the slightest interest in his words but shrugged. "Not to mention, there are many people who inexplicably disappear in Las Vegas every year, and the police are too busy to investigate all those crimes. People like you who have no background could only want to contact your parents and wives before dying. Maybe if someone kills you, it may involve your family in the end."