Getting Matthew’s birth date without being noticed was still a bit difficult, but Elena was in no hurry.

  Wizards in the military control zone were not easy to find, and it would take Juana some time to prepare if she wanted to break a "spell."

  At this moment, Lucy’s face suddenly turned ugly, alternating between red and blue.

  "Despicable!"

  "Hmm?" Elena tilted her head, wanting to know what Lucy was about to say.

  "That day..." Lucy remembered something. Juana had insisted on dragging her to her house, forcing Lucy to meet Matthew.

  At the time, Lucy hadn't thought much of it. But looking back now, Matthew had been sizing her up the whole time, his eyes full of picky disgust.

  Were they actually picking out a wife for him? Are people just livestock to be chosen at will?

  She had been completely in the dark!

  To think she had felt guilty for not bringing a gift to Juana’s house and was even planning to buy some pastries to visit again—if she had the money...

  "They’re going too far!" Lucy was furious! Suddenly she lost her confidence, cupping her cheeks and squeezing them toward her nose. "Elena, am I really that ugly?"

  She thought about how greasy Matthew was—he was so young, yet he already had a "Mediterranean" bald spot. For a man like that to actually look down on her was disgusting.

  Elena realized she hadn't looked closely at Lucy for a long time. Lucy was about 165cm. Half a year ago, or maybe last year, she had been a bit taller than Elena, but now they were the same height.

  Lucy had two round, rosy cheeks, and her nose and mouth were perfectly proportioned. Her eyes were as big as walnuts, and her eyelids didn't hide much of the whites—she wasn't good at faking things; her heart was written right on her face. She was a pure and kind girl.

  "Lucy, how can you judge yourself through the eyes of a devil? You’re beautiful! A daughter-in-law like you—their family couldn't find one like you in three lifetimes, even if they searched with a lantern."

  Elena warned her sternly.

  "Stay away from them from now on. That family has bad intentions."

  Lucy nodded heavily, gritting her teeth!

  Seeing Lucy like this made Elena feel much more at ease. After today, Lucy wouldn't easily marry Matthew. The tragedy of the previous life should be avoidable.

  In the afternoon, Elena took Lucy to the market. She originally wanted to buy some chicks, but as they passed the Beldora headquarters, Silvia waved them over:

  "I was thinking, if you two are free, could you help me out? There’s too much paperwork, and I can't organize it all."

  The Beldora camp was the direct superior of Solana. Elena smiled and nodded.

  It turned out the accountant at the Beldora camp had been seriously injured in the bombing. After being hospitalized for a while, he died after all.

  Elena’s heart jolted!

  That was it. Elena remembered that an accountant had died in the bombardment. But after arriving at Solana and seeing the accountant there was healthy, she had ignored the matter.

  So, the accountant at Beldora and the one at Solana were not the same person!

  She had missed the chance to give an advance warning and save a life!

  Carrying a heavy weight of guilt, Elena was led by Silvia into the accounting room. Two iron cabinets stood against the wall, and reports were piled half a meter high on the desk.

  "They all went to the funeral. Elena, Lucy, if you have time, help me pick out the accounting reports and member data sheets separately and put them in the cabinets..."

  After Elena nodded, Silvia went back to another office to get busy.

  These were all data sheets for the newly arrived support troops. Elena easily found her and Lucy’s files. She was overjoyed.

  She first found Matthew’s file in the cabinet: December 27, 1959. Capricorn?

  Lucy’s file showed she was born on January 5, 1961.

  Elena casually added a stroke, changing the "1" to a "4," and signaled Lucy to memorize it.

  Elena also saw Roan’s file.

  A veteran?

  In Elena’s memory, Roan had always been a farmer, even in her previous life. He had never worn a military uniform or received training. Yet, he was actually an active-duty soldier who had been enlisted for three years. No merits, no disciplinary record.

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  In the father column, "Antonio" was written in messy handwriting. The mother column was blank.

  His age, as of now, was 19 years and 3 months.

  ...

  In a fourth-floor office in Port Sol, a glass window facing the river was pushed open forcefully, the old wooden frame let out a creak.

  Though the sound was unpleasant, the scenery outside was beautiful. Both banks of the Rio Sangreza were covered in endless rice fields. If not for the coalition military camps that spoiled the view, Antonio would have almost thought the country hadn't been split in half.

  Antonio had just celebrated his forty-second birthday. He was wearing a sharp military uniform. As he opened the window, he noticed some dust on his cuff and lowered his head to brush it off with his left hand.

  "Deputy Commander! Let me do it." A female soldier in her twenties, with a curvy figure, came rushing in from outside the office, clicking her high heels. She grabbed the window handle from Antonio and leaned her back against him, almost falling into his arms.

  The man was lean and had no extra fat due to long-term training. More importantly, he had a facial structure similar to Roan’s—thick eyebrows, big eyes, and thick hair. Sitting in an office had made his skin ruddy and fair.

  If he were ten years younger, he would definitely be the dream man of many women.

  "Mimi, you’re hitting my chin. Hey, I’m going to fall backward..."

  "Hee-hee!"

  Just as the air was thick with hormones.

  Bang! the door was suddenly kicked open, followed by the sound of a gun being cocked.

  Click-click!

  The woman who cocked the gun was in her early forties, with a cold face and a small garrison cap on her head.

  Several of the Deputy Commander's men rushed in behind her but clearly didn't dare to get close, their faces full of concern and anxiety.

  As for the secretary, Mimi, she was already terrified, covering her ears and cowering between the man’s crotch.

  "Isabel..."

  Although others liked to call her Madame Sweet because of her love for desserts, Antonio was more accustomed to using her real name.

  Antonio knew Isabel too well. She was strong, assertive, and confident. For this jealous, angry lioness, the best thing to do was to stay calm and say as little as possible.

  If he had to speak, he had to hit the mark.

  "I mean, in my position, a lot of people like me—men, women, everyone... but I’ve never crossed any lines or principles..."

  "Keep talking!" Isabel moved the gun barrel two steps closer.

  She was commanding, not threatening.

  "And, if we want to live to see the children, we shouldn't be impulsive."

  "Children? You still remember our three children?"

  Isabel rushed over, grabbed Mimi’s neatly styled hair with her left hand, and lifted her up, throwing her out of the office like trash.

  "Ah—" Mimi screamed, her voice still carrying a bit of a flirtatious tone.

  "Hand it over!"

  "What?" Antonio pretended to be innocent, but he knew. Just as Isabel was about to pull the trigger, he immediately pulled out a deep red bankbook and handed it to her with one hand. "I mean, aren't we already divorced? Why are you still taking my money?"

  Isabel didn't answer. She flipped open the bankbook and cursed quietly, "Fool, it devalued another 20% this month. Instead of buying US dollars, why are you keeping this trash money?"

  "I’m a military officer; I can't be the one leading the sell-off of our country's currency..." Antonio lowered his head and pouted like a child.

  To be honest, he was quite adorable right now. His men outside the door started to cover their mouths to hide their laughter.

  He had to glare fiercely at those guys.

  "What is this?" While looking down at the bankbook, Isabel caught Antonio’s strange expression out of the corner of her eye.

  "Nothing, nothing... I just wanted to say, if you take it all, what am I supposed to eat?"

  "Turn it over once every other month. You said it yourself, you have three children. Forgot? All that talk about unifying the country and bringing the three children over to enjoy life—now you’ve changed it to enjoying yourself with a few secretaries?"

  "I..."

  Under the gun, Antonio stopped talking and waved his hand. "Take it, take it..."