I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

With a lead in hand, they could follow the trail. Meredith rushed to the police station, where Liam Michaelson said, “I was just about to summon Joy Chaucer for questioning.”

“Officer Michaelson, my suggestion is not to alert her. Let the traffic department check where Joy Chaucer was coming from that night,” Meredith said. “This lead was hard to come by. If Joy Chaucer knows the police are onto her, it could all be for nothing.”

Liam Michaelson understood that summoning Joy Chaucer was standard procedure, but not alarming her was indeed the best approach. “I’ve already asked the traffic department to look into it. We should have results soon,” he replied.

“Good…” Meredith began, but Veridian interrupted, “We’ve tracked Joy Chaucer’s car records for the past three days. She didn’t return that night but came back the next morning via a different route. Also, in the past two days, she drove a hundred kilometers out of town each time, exiting at the Tianquan highway exit and returning about an hour later.”

The area beyond the highway exit was rural with no surveillance cameras. It would take time for the police to figure out exactly where Joy Chaucer went. This information made her even more suspicious.

Meredith asked, “Can we find out where she went?”

“It will take some time,” Veridian said. “We’ve already put someone on her tail. As soon as she leaves town again, we’ll know where she’s headed.”

Meredith felt hopeful; they just needed to wait for Joy Chaucer to make a move. However, in the following days, Joy Chaucer didn’t leave town again; she was busy preparing for a visa to go abroad. The police were immediately aware of her visa application.

Leaving the country at this time made her even more suspicious.

Meanwhile, Harvey contacted Celestial Alliance directly, placing an order for them to find Terrence and investigate who tried to assassinate him. Once Celestial Alliance received the order, Reginald Hawthorne was informed.

Damien suggested, “Master, should I reject this order?”

Celestial Alliance was behind Terrence’s incident; how could they take this job? Investigate themselves?

Reginald Hawthorne pondered and asked, “Who placed the order? Someone from the Sterling family?”

“No,” Damien replied. “It’s Harvey from the Fieldmouse family. He is close to Terrence and seeking help from Celestial Alliance makes sense.”

Reginald Hawthorne thought for a moment and said, “Don’t take it.”

“Yes, Master.” Damien left to inform Celestial Alliance’s information department to reject the order.

After Damien left, Reginald Hawthorne called out into the shadows, “Hya.”

Hya appeared instantly. “Master.”

“Have you found Terrence?” Reginald Hawthorne asked.

“Yes,” Hya replied. “He’s in a village called Red Rocks a hundred kilometers away. Terrence is blind and has severe brain damage causing amnesia. Joy Chaucer is planning to take him abroad. Should we stop her?”

“A mere Joy Chaucer can’t take Terrence away,” Reginald Hawthorne said with a cigar in his mouth. “The police must be onto her by now anyway. This Joy Chaucer could be quite useful.”

Celestial Alliance had already uncovered everything about Joy Chaucer; their investigations didn’t need concrete evidence-just reasonable suspicion and inference sufficed.

But the police needed evidence.

“Is Terrence really amnesiac?” Reginald Hawthorne asked.

“The doctor treating him says so,” Hya replied. “He suffered severe brain injury with a high chance of amnesia; otherwise, knowing that Joy Chaucer took him wouldn’t leave him so calm.”

Reginald Hawthorne smiled slightly. “Grandma Sterling’s carefully raised grandson… I wonder how she’ll react when she sees her blind grandson.”

He was suddenly very eager to see that reaction.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Celestial Alliance rejected Harvey’s order, which puzzled him greatly. He immediately called Meredith: “Meredith, Celestial Alliance refused my order. I even offered twenty million dollars and they still wouldn’t take it.”

“They refused?” Meredith was puzzled too and recalled something Selene had mentioned.

Celestial Alliance thrived on such jobs; refusing twenty million dollars was indeed very strange.