Chapter 20
The car navigation system showed that it would take twenty minutes to drive to Clara’s apartment.
Eric stepped on the gas pedal hard, and the neon lights outside the window pulled out twisted ribbons of color in his line of sight.
The radio was playing financial news: “The Lawrence Group’s stock price has been falling continuously, with rumors that CEO Eric’s personal issues are seriously affecting his work…”
He suddenly turned off the radio.
In the storage compartment, a corner of a slightly yellowed pink envelope was peeking out.
It was Elie who inserted the “vehicle maintenance reminder” last year.
She always remembered the maintenance dates of each of his cars, even hand–writing notes like “This car’s brakes are a bit soft, need to pay special attention“.
Usually, some refreshing aromatherapy would also be placed in the car.
My heart suddenly started to ache sharply.
Eric pulled open the collar with one hand, as if to alleviate the feeling of suffocation
Eric stood at the entrance of Clara’s apartment, his finger hovering above the doorbell, but suddenly he stopped.
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Inside the room, there was a fierce argument, and the sound of glass breaking was deafening.
“A bunch of useless people! Can’t even handle a woman? Clara’s voice. was sharp to the point of distortion, “I hired you to get things done, not to mess things up for me!”
Eric frowned and instinctively pressed his body closer to the door crack.
A rough male voice impatiently retorted, “Ms. Grayson, the money you gave us is only enough to scare her. If we really want to ‘deal‘ with her, that’s a different price.”
Eric’s blood froze instantly.
“Do not haggle with me! Clara screamed hysterically, “Last time in the neighboring city, we should have just run her over! But you didn’t even find her!”
Eric’s fingers suddenly clenched, his knuckles turning white.
Neighboring city? Car accident?
He suddenly remembered that the private detective had mentioned that Elie had almost been hit by an unlicensed van when leaving the neighboring city bus station, but luckily was pulled away by a passerby.
At that time, he only thought it was an accident…
The conversation inside the door continued.
“That doctor is too troublesome, another voice said ominously, “He seems to have some connections. We just found out where that woman lives, and the police are already watching us.”
“Javon?! Clara’s cold laugh was like a snake hissing, “Just a poor doctor,
daring to compete with me? I will show him sooner or later-”
“Bang!”
Eric kicked the door open.
The scene in the living room made his pupils shrink suddenly.
Clara was wearing a silk robe, holding half a glass of red wine, and three muscular men with tattoos were surrounding her.
There were scattered photos on the coffee table – all of them were candid shots of Elie!
There were shots of her outside the new company building, there were shots of her taking a walk with Javon, and there were even long shots of her apartment balcony…”
The top one was marked with a fierce cross in red pen.
“Eric?! Clara exclaimed as the wine glass in her hand shattered on the carpet, the red wine spilling out like blood.”
Eric’s gaze swept over those photos, finally landing on her computer
screen…
A complete surveillance video of the night when Elie was drugged is being displayed.
In the scene, Clara personally handed the drugged wine to the waiter and whispered something to him.
“It was you who designed it, Eric’s voice was terrifyingly low.”
Clara’s face turned pale, and she suddenly grabbed the computer and was about to smash it.
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The burliest man closest to her grabbed her wrist and said, “Ms. Grayson, the final payment hasn’t been made yet.”
“Get out! She struggled frantically, her robe slipping off her shoulders, revealing the needle marks on her collarbone.”
Eric suddenly laughed.
He slowly took out his phone and pulled up a set of photos.
Clara’s drug use history in Brasilia, her scandalous photos with a married man on a yacht, and even her forged academic credentials.
“You said… He bent down to pick up a photo of Elie, gently running his fingertips over her blurred profile. “What if these were to appear at your father’s mayoral campaign rally?”
Clara’s face turned pale in an instant, her lips trembling as if she had been pinched at a vital point, completely unable to speak.
