Chapter 136
After the call, Christian planned to drive to the café. However, as he sat in the driverâs seat, he
remembered that the traffic cops had detained his driverâs license. With a frown, he dialed his driverâs
number.
âThis is the fastest I can go, Mr. Christian! If I go any faster than this, Iâll get into trouble!â Even though
they had only been on the road for ten minutes, the driver repeated himself for the umpteenth time.
Christian clearly wasnât pleased with what he heard. He pursed his lips and furrowed his brows as he
looked at his watch.
Fifteen minutes later, they reached the café.
Christian stepped out of the car and into the café, his steps quicker than usual. The driver quickly
followed.
âWait for me in the car,â Christian stopped and said.
The driver gave a light hum and returned to his car, puzzled. Christian had always let the driver follow
him wherever he went, but today he did the opposite. The driver began to wonder if Christian had come
to the café for an under-the-table issue.
Christian entered the café and, under the glare of the waitress, walked straight to the man wearing a
baseball cap in the corner.
He approached the man and asked, âWhereâs the thing?â
âDonât be so anxious, Mr. Thatcher,â Michael said, pointing to the seat across from him. âPlease take a
seat first. The problem appears to be more complicated than you believe.â
Hearing that, Christian took the seat in front of Michael.
âDoes that accident bother you a lot, Mr. Thatcher?â Michael asked, smiling as he handed Christian a
paper bag.
Christian took it. Just as he was about to open it, the waitress came over. Smilingly, she asked, âSirs,
what would you like to have?â
âA cup of cappuccino. Extra sugar, please,â Michael said.
After taking down his order, the waitress then turned to Christian. âWhat about you, sir?â
âIâd like a latte,â Christian stated, As he was opening the paper bag, he suddenly stopped and added,
âServe it quickly. Thank you.â
After taking the orders, the waitress returned to the coffee bar and quickly delivered a cup of
cappuccino and latte. She did not, however, leave after placing them on the table.
Christian began to become impatient. His usual reserved demeanor was absent in the face of the
paper bag containing the accidentâs evidence. âDo you have anything else?â
âSir, couldâ¦â The waitressâ face was flushed. She gathered her courage and asked, âCan I get your
number?â
âNo,â Christian replied without even a slight hesitation.
Before the waitress could say anything further, he quickly continued, âWe have some important matters
here. Thank you.â
âOf course.â She then left unwillingly.
Michael was surprised by what had happened. Sheâs a pretty lady, but she has terrible taste!
Christian pushed his latte to the side before opening the paper bag and removing the contents.
âMr. Thatcher, why did you order the coffee if youâre not going to drink it?â Michael took a sip of his
cappuccino and smiled, content.
âTheyâll keep coming here if I donât order something. That will disturb our discussion.â Christianâs face
darkened as he flipped through the papers and extracted the other contents of the paper bag.
Michaelâs smile faded and it was replaced by an annoyed and indignant expression as he placed his
cappuccino on the table. âI think Iâve finally met my match this time!â
With a sigh, he continued, âLet me make a guess. I suspect that the red sports car Miss Coleman was
driving was not hers.â
âIt was hers.â Christian furrowed his brows and unbuttoned his collar while saying, âThe model, car
plate number, as well as the scratch at the door on the left side all showed that it was hers.â
Victoria scratched her car two days before her birthday, necessitating the importation of a foreign paint.
As a result, the scratch was still there at the time of the accident.
Hearing that, Michael took a sip of his cappuccino and said, âDonât be anxious, Mr. Thatcher. Hear me
out first.â
âOkay.â Christian put his right palm on the table and began tapping his fingers.
Michael wiped the corners of his mouth before placing both arms on the table and leaning forward
slightly. âI discovered that the car plate had previously been altered, but I couldnât find any useful
fingerprints on it. My guess is that the car was not Miss Colemanâs. Someone swapped her car for
another identical car, and transferred her license plate to this vehicle. Following that, I checked
numerous surveillance cameras but found no leads. Subsequently, I discovered that when Miss
Coleman did her manicure on September 24th, she parked her car in a surveillance cameraâs blind
spot. On that day, a strangely dressed man appeared around the manicure shop, and he even followed
Miss Coleman for a while. When I finally found that man, he had died because of his lung cancer which
was diagnosed two years ago.â Michael sighed regretfully as he said this.
âThat appears to be too much of a coincidence.â Christianâs tapping speeded up as he frowned. âDid
anyone do something to him?â
Michael shook his head in response. Disappointed, he answered, âNo. His doctor predicted
novelxo.com fast updatethat he would only live until last year. It was already a miracle that he survived
until I recently discovered him. He was single and had no family, so I had no one to ask about his
personal information. But I persuaded a banker friend to check on that man for me, and I discovered
that he received a transfer of 500,000 two years ago. That sum of money may not seem like much to
you, Mr. Thatcher, it is astronomical to the average person.â
Christian did not expect there would come a time when he couldnât keep his cool. He wasnât in the
mood to hear about Michaelâs entire investigation. âEven if Victoriaâs car was swapped, can that prove
sheâs innocent?â he asked candidly after taking a sip of his latte.
âNo,â Michael stated flatly. âTo be honest, if Miss Spritz was behind this, she would have prepared
everything a long time ago. The carâs brakes were damaged due to normal wear and tear. To be more
specific, someone must have driven the car in a way that intentionally damaged the brakes, causing
them to fail. So, even if it could be proven that the car was swapped, thereâs no evidence that someone
intended to harm Miss Coleman through the way he or she used the car, because the brakes were
damaged due to normal wear and tear. In fact, nothing we say here has any effect. The most difficult
one is still the recording.â Michael hit his forehead with his hand as he muttered, âThe carâs brakes
were problematic. If the recording is proven to be false, the crash can be classified as an unintentional
accident. However, if the recording cannot be said to be tampered with, the accident becomes a
deliberate act of murder, whereas the damaged brakes are merely an accident.â
âOh my.â Michael then took his cappuccino and took a few sips. âIâm confusing myself now!â
There was a long moment of silence.
âDonât tell me that all youâve said was just to conceal the fact that you didnât manage to get any useful
information?â Christian said, his gaze fixed firmly on Michael and coldness revealing from his eyes.
âYou canât say that!â Michael smiled sheepishly after drinking his coffee. âIt took me nearly a year to
figure out about the car swap, and more than six months to find that man. That amounts to nearly two
years.â