Chapter 1025 The Dashcam
As soon as Sean left the 10th floor, Vivian rushed to the bathroom, her face contorting with panic.
Within seconds of Vivian''s entry, herplexion had taken on a deathly pallor. She stared at herself
in the mirror, in a tizzy, and forced herself to calm down.
She had heard the conversation between Sean and the technical staff loud and clear and was
shocked that they had managed to repair the damaged dashcam so quickly.
Thinking back to the events of two nights ago, fear crept up her spine.
She had hired someone to tamper with Sean''s convertible, hoping to take advantage of the fact that
J would also be at the party and Brandon would be upied with a long meeting. She had
thought that even if Brandon found out something had happened to J, he wouldn''t be able to
save her right away.
She thought she had all the odds in her favor. But as it turned out, something still went wrong.
Vivian had no idea how J had ended up on Wildepond Road, a route with few cars and a t
terrain that had made the rescue mission easier.
In an effort to protect J, Brandon allegedly left the meeting with his business partners and
stockholders that evening.
Now, although J was safe, Brandon was seriously injured and in the hospital. The Larson
Group would surely investigate the matter thoroughly. If the video of the dashcam was restored...
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Vivian''s mind raced with worry. In the end, she couldn''t take it anymore and called the person she
had hired.
If it weren''t for the critical situation, Vivian wouldn''t have taken the risk and made the call.
Vivian hired a gambler, whose name was Roger Wilde, to do the deed that night.
When it came to shady and harmful things, Roger was a master of his art. When he answered the
phone, he too was panicking. "Why are you calling me now?" he asked.
"The dashcam has been repaired by the people of the Larson Group. If I don''t call you, you won''t
know how you''ll meet your demise," Vivian said through gritted teeth. "I need to ask you something.
Did the camera catch you at the time?"
Roger chuckled, "So what if it did? I was wearing a mask and a hat, my face was covered. Even if
they see me in the camera, so what? I don''t think they can recognize me even if I stand right in front
of them now."
Vivian was beyond frustrated. "Do you think you''ve just offended some regr Joes? This time,
both Brandon and the White family are involved. They''re looking into it together. Even if your face
wasn''t caught by the camera, they still have ways of tracking you down."
But Roger was unafraid. "The situation is dire. It looks like you''ll have to give me more money.
Otherwise, don''t me me for spilling the beans when they catch me!"
"If you keep talking to me like that, I won''t protect you," Vivian warned. She realized that telling
Roger everything was only digging her own grave.
"Whatever. Everyone in Barnes knows the Larson Group. If I go down, you''reing with me,"
Roger threatened. Obviously, Roger was more ferocious than Vivian.
Vivian took a deep breath and asked coldly, "How much do you want?"
"Five hundred thousand dors," Roger demanded exorbitantly.
"Fine," Vivian said through gritted teeth.
She knew that no matter how much money she paid, it wouldn''t stop Roger from eventually telling
the truth. The only way to keep a secret was to take it to the grave. She would have to go see
Roger in person.
Vivian gritted her teeth. "I''ll give you the cash in person, and then you can flee. There''s an
unfinished building in the suburbs. I''ll text you the address. Meet me there."
Roger didn''t suspect a thing. "Miss Cooper, you''re so thoughtful. I''ll see you and the money at five
o''clock."
At the same moment, Sean was on his way to the technical department. He opened the door,
walked in, and was surprised that someone had beaten him there.
"Mrs. Larson, who told you toe here?"