Chapter 136


    Chapter 136


    After the call, Christian nned to drive to the café. However, as he sat in the driver’s seat, he


    remembered that the traffic cops had detained his driver’s license. With a frown, he dialed his driver’s


    number.


    “This is the fastest I can go, Mr. Christian! If I go any faster than this, I’ll get into trouble!” Even though


    they had only been on the road for ten minutes, the driver repeated himself for the umpteenth time.


    Christian clearly wasn’t pleased with what he heard. He pursed his lips and furrowed his brows as he


    looked at his watch.


    Fifteen minutester, they reached the café.


    Christian stepped out of the car and into the café, his steps quicker than usual. The driver quickly


    followed.


    “Wait for me in the car,” Christian stopped and said.


    The driver gave a light hum and returned to his car, puzzled. Christian had always let the driver follow


    him wherever he went, but today he did the opposite. The driver began to wonder if Christian hade


    to the café for an under-the-table issue.


    Christian entered the café and, under the re of the waitress, walked straight to the man wearing a


    baseball cap in the corner.


    He approached the man and asked, “Where’s the thing?”


    “Don’t be so anxious, Mr. Thatcher,” Michael said, pointing to the seat across from him. “Please take a


    seat first. The problem appears to be moreplicated than you believe.”


    Hearing that, Christian took the seat in front of Michael.


    “Does that ident bother you a lot, Mr. Thatcher?” Michael asked, smiling as he handed Christian a


    paper bag.


    Christian took it. Just as he was about to open it, the waitress came over. Smilingly, she asked, “Sirs,


    what would you like to have?”


    “A cup of cappino. Extra sugar, please,” Michael said.


    After taking down his order, the waitress then turned to Christian. “What about you, sir?”


    “I’d like atte,” Christian stated, As he was opening the paper bag, he suddenly stopped and added,


    “Serve it quickly. Thank you.”


    After taking the orders, the waitress returned to the coffee bar and quickly delivered a cup of


    cappino andtte. She did not, however, leave after cing them on the table.


    Christian began to be impatient. His usual reserved demeanor was absent in the face of the


    paper bag containing the ident’s evidence. “Do you have anything else?”


    “Sir, could…” The waitress’ face was flushed. She gathered her courage and asked, “Can I get your


    number?”


    “No,” Christian replied without even a slight hesitation.


    Before the waitress could say anything further, he quickly continued, “We have some important matters


    here. Thank you.”


    “Of course.” She then left unwillingly.


    Michael was surprised by what had happened. She’s a prettydy, but she has terrible taste!


    Christian pushed histte to the side before opening the paper bag and removing the contents.


    “Mr. Thatcher, why did you order the coffee if you’re not going to drink it?” Michael took a sip of his


    cappino and smiled, content.


    “They’ll keeping here if I don’t order something. That will disturb our discussion.” Christian’s face


    darkened as he flipped through the papers and extracted the other contents of the paper bag.


    Michael’s smile faded and it was reced by an annoyed and indignant expression as he ced his


    cappino on the table. “I think I’ve finally met my match this time!”


    With a sigh, he continued, “Let me make a guess. I suspect that the red sports car Miss Coleman was


    driving was not hers.”


    “It was hers.” Christian furrowed his brows and unbuttoned his cor while saying, “The model, car


    te number, as well as the scratch at the door on the left side all showed that it was hers.”


    Victoria scratched her car two days before her birthday, necessitating the importation of a foreign paint.


    As a result, the scratch was still there at the time of the ident.


    Hearing that, Michael took a sip of his cappino and said, “Don’t be anxious, Mr. Thatcher. Hear me


    out first.”


    “Okay.” Christian put his right palm on the table and began tapping his fingers.


    Michael wiped the corners of his mouth before cing both arms on the table and leaning forward


    slightly. “I discovered that the car te had previously been altered, but I couldn’t find any useful


    fingerprints on it. My guess is that the car was not Miss Coleman’s. Someone swapped her car for


    another identical car, and transferred her license te to this vehicle. Following that, I checked


    numerous surveince cameras but found no leads. Subsequently, I discovered that when Miss


    Coleman did her manicure on September 24th, she parked her car in a surveince camera’s blind


    spot. On that day, a strangely dressed man appeared around the manicure shop, and he even followed


    Miss Coleman for a while. When I finally found that man, he had died because of his lung cancer which


    was diagnosed two years ago.” Michael sighed regretfully as he said this.


    “That appears to be too much of a coincidence.” Christian’s tapping speeded up as he frowned. “Did


    anyone do something to him?”


    Michael shook his head in response. Disappointed, he answered, “No. His doctor predicted


    novelxo fast updatethat he would only live untilst year. It was already a miracle that he survived


    until I recently discovered him. He was single and had no family, so I had no one to ask about his


    personal information. But I persuaded a banker friend to check on that man for me, and I discovered


    that he received a transfer of 500,000 two years ago. That sum of money may not seem like much to


    you, Mr. Thatcher, it is astronomical to the average person.”


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    Christian did not expect there woulde a time when he couldn’t keep his cool. He wasn’t in the


    mood to hear about Michael’s entire investigation. “Even if Victoria’s car was swapped, can that prove


    she’s innocent?” he asked candidly after taking a sip of histte.


    “No,” Michael stated tly. “To be honest, if Miss Spritz was behind this, she would have prepared


    everything a long time ago. The car’s brakes were damaged due to normal wear and tear. To be more


    specific, someone must have driven the car in a way that intentionally damaged the brakes, causing


    them to fail. So, even if it could be proven that the car was swapped, there’s no evidence that someone


    intended to harm Miss Coleman through the way he or she used the car, because the brakes were


    damaged due to normal wear and tear. In fact, nothing we say here has any effect. The most difficult


    one is still the recording.” Michael hit his forehead with his hand as he muttered, “The car’s brakes


    were problematic. If the recording is proven to be false, the crash can be ssified as an unintentional


    ident. However, if the recording cannot be said to be tampered with, the ident bes a


    deliberate act of murder, whereas the damaged brakes are merely an ident.”


    “Oh my.” Michael then took his cappino and took a few sips. “I’m confusing myself now!”


    There was a long moment of silence.


    “Don’t tell me that all you’ve said was just to conceal the fact that you didn’t manage to get any useful


    information?” Christian said, his gaze fixed firmly on Michael and coldness revealing from his eyes.


    “You can’t say that!” Michael smiled sheepishly after drinking his coffee. “It took me nearly a year to


    figure out about the car swap, and more than six months to find that man. That amounts to nearly two


    years.”