Chapter 143


    Stepping out of the front door, I made my way across the street where the faint dim of a car''s


    headlights shed from the shadows of the tree-lined road. Without hesitation, I sprinted towards the


    vehicle, opened the car door, and climbed in.


    The moment I shut the car door, I handed the bag to Logan, who was waiting inside the car. "Both are


    here," I eximed.


    Without needing the passcodes, Logan took the bag, pulled out the cell phones, and swiftly unlocked


    them. His sharp mind never ceased to amaze me.


    With a practiced ease, he quickly identified the private phone and browsed through its data which was


    beyond mypetence. He then opened the back cover of the phone, ced a thin metal chip inside,


    and managed to restore it to its original state in no time.


    After a quick test to ensure everything was working as it should, he set the phone aside and turned to


    me. "Does he always keep his bag close?" he asked.


    "Most likely." I nodded in response.


    Logan picked up the bag, inspected it, and then ced a tiny device into one of thepartments.


    "All set." Logan handed the bag back to me.


    "Is there a problem with that group chat?" I asked anxiously.


    "We''ll have to monitor them for a while, so I can''t say for sure yet." Logan answered honestly, then


    added, "By the way, I can arrange a meeting with the partner you''ve been wanting to meet tomorrow. Is


    that okay?"


    "That''s fine. Whenever you can arrange it, I''ll be ready," I said, excitement bubbling within me. "Is


    Addrion still there?"


    "He''s not. He''s been admitted to the hospital for treatment. His health is in much worse condition than


    yours," Logan replied, "But don''t worry about him, I''m sure he''ll be back on his feet soon. You should


    be back now, just in case he gets suspicious."


    "No worries, they''ll sleep at least 4 hours. I''ve got it covered." I assured him confidently, "Could you do


    me another favor? I want to dig deeper into the rtionship between Marissa and Jerome, and whose


    son is that kid? I saw Jerome picking up the kid. I have a feeling there''s something behind this."


    "OK." Logan agreed readily.


    "I have a photo of him picking up the kid, and I''ll send it to you." I found the picture from my phone and


    sent it to Logan.


    Logan nced at the photo, nodded, and said, "Alright, I''ll look into it."


    After thanking Logan, I left the car, hurried upstairs, and carefully reced the bag as it was. When I


    returned to my room, Jan was sound asleep, not having moved an inch.


    The next day.


    Jan headed off to work, bright and early, while I dropped off the kids and then made my way to the


    agreed location to meet my business partner.


    I felt an odd mix of anxiety and anticipation, but mostly curiosity. It seemed like everyone knew this


    person and had a good rtionship with him, and I felt like an outsider. I was eager to meet him.


    The mystery would soon be unraveled.


    Our meeting ce was the same club where I had met Mr. Elbertst time. I arrived a bit early, so


    instead of heading straight in, I decided to take a stroll along the seafront. The gentle sea breeze was


    incredibly soothing. I had visited this beach with Catherine before and fell in love with it instantly. It was


    strange, but every time I came here, I felt like I was being watched, even though I never saw anyone.


    This area was a bit far from the city center and was part of a newly developed seaside district, mostly


    The previous time I came here was the first time visiting this ce. Before I fell ill, this ce hadn''t


    been developed yet, but now it was such a picturesque spot, like a paradise on earth.


    Since it was still early, there were hardly any people on the beach. I found afortable seat under a


    palm tree and took a deep breath of the fresh, salty air. It was bliss.


    I sighed softly, trying tofort myself. There was nothing to regret. Once everything was over, I would


    take the kids, find a peaceful ce by the sea in full bloom, and bring my parents there to live a tranquil


    life.


    With time to spare, I video-called my parents, but only my mom answered. She said my dad had gone


    to VitalAxis Pharmaceuticals.


    Through the screen, my mom scrutinized me, confusion filled her eyes. "Honey, are you really okay?


    Why are you still so weak? Where are you?"


    She fired question after question at me, "Are you alone? Is it okay for you to talk?"