Chapter 1512 Drawing A Portrait
Standing behind Alfred was his colleague Newman. Even though they were in the same team, Alfred
never liked him. Newman waszy, which was noticeable to the team. He never offered toplete
any of the tasks. However, when it came to iming rewards, he would be the first one to rush forward
and collect it.
Therefore, Alfred looked down on him and didn''t like talking to him whatsoever.
Alfred turned a deaf ear to Newman''s questions, and focused onpleting his job instead. Although
Newman could tell that Alfred was avoiding him, he wasn''t annoyed by him. He came forward and said
with a grin, "Alfred, I''ve been wondering why you don''t have a girlfriend yet. It''s very odd, especially
because girls always prefer handsome young men like you. Or, do you perhaps like men instead of
women? Those are the rumors that''s been going around."
Newman was standing very close behind Alfred.
Noticing what Newman was trying to do, Alfred suddenly turned off hisputer and stood up straight.
He turned around and asked angrily, "Newman, what bullshit are you talking about?"
Alfred moved way too fast. So fast, in fact, that Newman got startled. ''Damn it! That was so close!'' he
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thought fretfully.
He managed to peek at Alfred''sputer, and noticed that he was drawing a portrait. However, before
he could get close enough to take a better look at it, Alfred switched off hisputer.
"I''m just telling the truth! We are in the same department, and I know you very well. I''ve never seen you
on a date with a girl before, so it''s obvious that you like men." Newman continued to joke with Alfred,
even though he knew it might annoy him.
"I don''t want to talk to you," Alfred snapped. He was irritated and ready to leave.
"Alfred, if you like women, I can introduce a few to you. Hey, don''t walk away from me. I''m not finished
yet..." Newman yelled at Alfred as he watched him walk away and leave.
Alfred was enraged, and didn''t want to look back.
After Alfred left, a cunning sneer appeared on Newman''s face. He looked around him to make sure that
nobody was close by. Then he rushed over to Alfred''sputer.
He turned it on, while still ncing around him cautiously.
However, the screen was locked. He pressed the "enter" button, but saw that it required a password.
"Damn it! You are way too careful, Alfred!" Newman muttered angrily. He was irritated with Alfred, and
had nned to drive him away, so that he could take a look at what Alfred was drawing. However, his
n failed.
Newman recalled the conversation, which he overheard outside Pearson''s office as Pearson was
answering a phone.
Pearson instructed Alfred to draw a portrait. Did it have anything to do with Lancy?
Thinking about it, Newman felt uneasy. If his spection was indeed true, he could make a profit by
collecting these clues once more.
At night
In a remote suburb, there was wild grass with desertednd scattered around it. It was pitch dark, and
dead silent, except for the asional buzz that came from bugs, which was scary.
In the darkness, a tall man showed up. He waited there for a while. It seemed as like the person he
was waiting for still hadn''t arrived.
"What''s wrong? He agreed to meet, yet he''s not here? Is this his idea of making fun of me?" the man
muttered impatiently. He then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and lit one. He took a drag,
blowing out a big cloud of smoke.
Cigarettes soothed his frustrations. After some time, he calmed down and regained hisposure.
A few minutester, a man showed up from behind and approached him.
"There you are," another man said as he walked forward.
The man who was smoking was in deep thought, and didn''t notice that there was yet another man with
him. He suddenly turned around, only to find a masked man standing in front of him. The man was
covered up from head to toe, with only his eyes peeking out from his clothes.
However, the man who was smoking, wasn''t surprised at all. He was ustomed to him wearing
strange costumes. He eximed excitedly, "Oh, you''ve finally arrived! Let me tell you..."
"Hush!" the masked man stopped him from talking too loud. After checking that nobody was around, he
nodded before allowing him to continue.
"Go ahead. What do you want to talk to me about," the masked man said in a slight voice.
"You asked me to keep an eye on the police station, right? Let me give you an update. Sheryl and
Charles visited Lancy yesterday. I don''t know what they said to her, but I overheard Pearson''s call. He
asked a policeman to draw a portrait..." It turned out to be Newman.
"A portrait? Whose portrait?" the masked man interrupted anxiously.
"I''m not sure. However, I''m certain that it''s rted to Lancy''s case. By the way, I saw my colleague
drawing a portrait on hisputer this afternoon. But unfortunately, I couldn''t see it clearly. He was
very vignt," Newman added.
"You didn''t see any of it?" the man continued asking.
Newman shook his head. "No, nothing at all. I didn''t see any of the portrait''s detail, but I''m sure it was a
man."
"Fine. I got it," the man nodded. As he was ready to leave, he immediately turned around without even
taking a look at Newman.
"Hey...wait..."
The man seemed to know exactly what he was about to say. Before Newman even had the chance to
finish his sentence, the man interrupted, "The money will be transferred to your ount shortly. Just
wait."
"Thank you so much, Sir!" Newman said excitedly.
Suddenly, the man stopped in his steps. "Remember, don''t forget to keep a close eye on Lancy. Don''t
say anything unnecessary to her. Otherwise, you know there will be consequences."
His voice turned malicious and scary, as he threatened Newman tantly.
Newman was well aware about the consequences. He couldn''t help but tremble at the thought of the
man''s words. However, on second thought, it was still a very profitable business. His desire for money
triumphed over his fear of what could possibly happen if he made a mistake. A sudden smile appeared
on his face.
It wasn''t like he was doing anything illegal. He only provided some internal information to people who
needed it. He didn''t harm anyone, yet he still made a lot of money. How could he ever refuse that?
At a vi in the suburb, Rachel walked back and forth restlessly in her room. She was so fearful, in fact,
that she couldn''t bring herself to switch off or rest at all.
Suddenly, she heard a noiseing from a car outside of her vi. Her heart started racing. She then
rushed towards the doorway, and saw Bernard getting out of the car.
"Bernard, how are you? What did he say?" The moment she saw him, Rachel had to ask. She seemed
nervous.
Bernard didn''t respond to Rachel at first. She noticed that his face was sullen. He walked inside of the
vi and headed straight to the living room. He then poured himself a ss of water and drank it.
"Tell me what happened! Say something, please! Don''t you see how nervous I am? He asked you to
meet him, which means that he must have had something to tell you." Rachel was impatient, and
pressed Bernard to fill her in on the details.
Bernard stared at Rachel and said, "Don''t worry. You can rest assured that we haven''t been exposed
yet."
"So, what''s going to happen now? The police didn''t tell you anything useful? What about Lancy? Did
she say anything to anyone in the police station?" Rachel bombarded Bernard with lots of questions.
"Lancy hasn''t said anything to the police as of yet. All I know is that Sheryl and Charles paid her a visit
yesterday. By the way, I think the police might be drawing my portrait as we speak. Lancy has seen me
several times. Even though I wore a mask each time I met her, she could possibly have recognized me
by my voice and body," he said.
"What? You mean that there''s a chance that Lancy may betray us? She might tell on us?" Her eyes
opened wide, her face filled with anger. "Had we known this earlier, we should have killed that bitch
from the very start," she snapped viciously.