Chapter 339 Who Might Be The Suspect?
My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball
Chapter 339 Who Might Be The Suspect?
Byron meant every word he said. He would never marry Wendy.
Hearing this, Melody only felt her temples throbbing violently, she raised her hand and pressed her temples as she looked at her son opposite her. âYou came here early in the morning to piss me off, didnât you?â
Byron did not budge. âIf youâre feeling unwell, I can take you to the hospital now. However, if you still want to threaten me to marry Wendy, I can only say that itâs impossible.â
The two sat in silence for a long time.
Melody waved at him angrily. âHurry up and go.
Donât linger in front of me.â
Byron nodded noncommittally. Before leaving, he did not forget to say, âIâve left someone at the door.
You can tell them if you need anything.â
After speaking, he strode out of the cafe without waiting for Melody to respond.
âPresident Lawrence, are you going back to the company?â
The driver asked respectfully when he saw him getting into the car.
Byron paused. Rosalieâs residence flashed in his mind.
T wonder how is she now?
âDid she mean what she said just now? Is that how she truly feels?â
After thinking for a while, Byron withdrew his thoughts with self-deprecation and told the driver, â Yes.
Go back to the company.â
The car slowly started and drove toward Lawrence Corporation.
Luther had been waiting in the company all morning.
When his master came out of the elevator, he hurriedly greeted him, âMaster, we discovered some findings about the matter you asked me to investigate some time ago.â
Byronâs eyes darkened. âHave you found the driver?â
âNot yet, but we found the car,â Luther replied. âWe investigated the surveillance at every intersection, then we found out the complete route after the car left the parking lot. We discovered that it was heading toward the suburbs. I asked our men to go to the junkyard in the suburbs to find the car. They rummaged through the junkyard before finally finding the car.â
As they spoke, the two entered Byronâs office in tandem.
As soon as they entered the office, Luther closed the door immediately, then turned to look at his boss.
He continued, âThe license plate of that car is forged, and itâs a black car without an owner. It shouldâve been scrapped, but was driven away by the suspect to do the deed. Plus, the driver disguised himself so discreetly. I donât think itâs just an accident.â
Hearing his report, Byron nodded in agreement.
According to Luther, the driver was too familiar with the route.
Moreover, sending the vehicle straight to the junkyard for recycling right after the accident was also a means of eliminating evidence.
âMaster, what should we do next? Weâve been investigating for a few days, but we canât find anything except this, who do you think the suspect might be?â Luther could only find out so little information about the accident. The driver concealed their tracks so perfectly that even the police were helpless.
The lead ended right after finding the whereabouts of the vehicle.
He intentionally met with Byron for a face-to-face report and also to seek his opinion and instructions for the next steps on which direction to take the investigation.
After all, if it was a personal grievance, only Master Lawrence would know best.
Byron pondered for a moment, then gave his order. â Look into our rivals who have had a relationship with Madam Melody, both big and small companies. Leave no stones unturned.â
At that time, only his mother and Wendy were in the parking lot. The car was aiming for his mother, and the driver had come prepared.
He did not think his mother would have offended anyone.
The only possibility was that someone had turned business affairs personal.
Luther agreed immediately and got to work.