Chapter 226
What caught Fraya off guard was that the woman she expected to create a scene remained silent,
merely observing her withposure. On the other hand, the man she was interested in retorted
icily, “Get lost.”
Fraya’s eyes widened in surprise. It was the first time someone had said these two words to her.
“You…” Fraya blushed while Jonathan pulled Rosalie into the elevator.
Fraya subconsciously wanted to enter the elevator, but when she saw Jonathan’s cold eyes, her
body suddenly trembled, and her feet seemed glued to the floor.
After the elevator door closed, Scarlett Brooks, who was next to Fraya, couldn’t help saying, “This
man is so rude. Does he not know any manners?”
Fraya gritted her teeth with hatred. She had never been insulted like this before, and she was
always ttered by others. The bitterness of this rejection was hard for her to swallow.
She noticed the elevator descending and eventuallying to a halt on the first floor. Fraya quickly
pulled Scarlett into the elevator, descended to the first floor, and rushed out. Once outside, she
spotted the man and woman she had encountered earlier heading toward the nearby parking lot.
Fraya said, “I’ll drive the car over. Keep an eye on them.”
“Sure,” Scarlett replied. Their friendship wasplicated since the Yoder family held significant
power, and Fraya was essentially the little princess of that family. As a result, Scarlett often found
herself in the role of Fraya’s sidekick.
Fraya rushed to her parked car and drove out immediately. She nned to tail the man and woman,
hoping to discover their address. This would make it much easier to find out who they were.
Fraya swore to win this man’s heart. She wanted him to regret what he had said to her just now.
As Fraya’s car exited the parking lot, she received a call from Scarlett. Then, she drove the car and
stopped in front of Scarlett. She got in the car quickly and said to Fraya, “They just got into the
Bentley in front of you.”
Fraya was dumbfounded and stared at the Bentley stopped at the traffic light ahead. She asked, ‘Is
it really that car? Are you absolutely certain?” Fraya recited the license te number of the Bentley
she had observed.
“It’s definitely the
one,” Scarlett affirmed, almost raising her hand as if to swear by it. “They definitely got into this
car.”
Fraya’s expression darkened. She was no stranger to luxury cars, but this one was a limited edition
worth at least millions of dors. It wasn’t the type of car that could be casually bought with money
alone.
She wondered, “How can the man and the woman afford such a car? The car must have belonged
to the man. That woman doesn’t seem like someone who could own a car like this.”
Fraya continued to tail behind Jonathan and Rosalie. She was determined to find out who the man
was.
On the other side, Jonathan, driving in the car ahead, nced at the rearview mirror before
stopping at a traffic light and dialing a number. He spoke directly to the person on the other end,
saying, “There’s a white BMW tailing my car. The license te number is…”
Rosalie, sitting in the passenger seat, was stunned. “Is there a car following us?”
“I think so. It’s been following us for a while,” Jonathan said.
“Then who did you just call?”
“The director of the Department of Transportation,” he said.
“Ahem!” Rosalie nearly choked on her saliva as she thought, “Did he just call the director of the
Department of Transportation difectly? Only a handful of people in Strico have that kind of
influence.”
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The traffic light at the intersection turned green. Jonathan continued driving ahead, and Rosalie
started to pay attention to the car trailing them through the rearview mirror.
As expected, despite several cars between them, the white BMW continued to follow closely behind
them.
Suddenly, Rosalie saw a police car approaching and signaling for the white BMW to pull over to the
side of the road. Two policemen emerged from the police car, and after that, she couldn’t see
anything in the rearview mirror.
“Is this police car sent by the Department of Transportation?” Rosalie wondered. She was
astonished and began to grasp the extent of Jonathan’s influence on Strico.
Fraya showed her ID card and driver’s license under the re of two policemen, sighing in her heart
for her bad luck.
She wondered why the police had pulled them over. As far as she knew, they hadn’t vited any
rules. Initially, they had already caught up with the car, but now it had disappearedpletely from
their view.
Fortunately, she asked Scarlett to take a picture of the license te number of that car. She could
find out whose car it was
after some investigation.
After the police left, Fraya made a phone call and asked her cousin to check the license te
number and see who the owner
was.
Her cousin had a vastwork, so it was easy for him to do the investigation.
However, in less than ten minutes, her cousin urgently called and asked, “Fraya, who is the person
you are looking into?”
“What’s happening? What’s the matter?” Fraya said in a puzzled tone. She had only intended to
identify the car’s owner through its license te.
“There’s a problem,” her cousin replied hastily. “The owner of the license te you’re checking
doesn’t disclose their name in the system; it’s marked as ‘confidential. This indicates that only
specific authorized individuals can ess their information. What kind of person are you dealing
with?”
Fraya was both surprised and incredulous, She raised her head to gaze at the intersection where
she had lost sight of the car, her emotions in turmoil.
“Who the hell is that man?” she wondered.
When Rosalie and Jonathan returned to the Youngblood Residence, Jonathan received a call. After
this call was over, Jonathan took the initiative to say to Rosalie, “The people who were following us
just now are those two women we met in front of the elevator of the mall.”
“So it was them. But why were they following…” She paused midway through her sentence,
realizing that the reason those two women were tailing them must be rted to Jonathan.
Back in school, a girl in her ss used to take the same bus driven by that particr driver every
day. The girl even followed him home after work to get his address, all because she had a crush on
the bus driver.
This kind of behavior was actually a little terrifying to think about carefully.
“If they try it again, it won’t be as simple as it was this time,” Jonathan remarked as he nced at
Rosalie. He asked, “What’s your take on today’s events?”
Rosalie blinked her eyes and thought for a while. “Isn’t it normal that someone has a crush on you?”
After all, Jonathan’s looks were undoubtedly attractive to women.