Free Web NovelChapter 643: Big News
Wendy was taken by Christian, so they were highly likely together.
If Christian and Wendy had appeared near this shop, then this clue should be told to Evan Boyle as well.
It was to reduce Evan’s extent of investigation on them and also to help Michael find Wendy sooner.
It was a shame that no one picked up.
Evan was a busy man. He probably could not take Michael’s call at the moment.
Michael furrowed his brows as he sent Evan a text message, telling him briefly about the situation.
Thereafter, he clicked into his mail and saw two mails sent from unknown addresses.
When he opened them, they were surveillance footage sent to him by the shopkeeper.
Michael opened the footage and saw that they were no different from the one Todd had shown him.
"What now?" Todd asked Michael.
These days, he had been using his all to look for Wendy, but it was a shame that he did not discover anything profound.
Although there were clues about Wendy, it was surveillance footage from five days ago. It would be challenging for him to find her now.
"Continue searching the shop’s area," Michael instructed Todd. "Also, investigate the surveillance of the surrounding shops and the streets. Let’s see where else Wendy and Christian went that day after leaving the shop."
"Alright, I’ll get people to do this immediately," Todd said. "Do you want to rest for a while? Or go there straight?"
Todd’s home and that shop were not in the same city.
It would take them a few hours’ drive.
Michael, although tired, did not want to rest. He shook his head and said, "Let’s go straight."
From the airport to that shop, it was more than an hour’s drive.
When they got there, it was not even bright yet.
Strangers walking past the luxurious streets popped out occasionally.
Once it was bright, Michael and Todd had breakfast in a café while they planned for their next move.
Michael’s phone suddenly rang. freēwēbnovel.com
Seeing that it was an unknown number, Michael hesitated for a while before picking up.
"Hello? Someone has reported you for suspicion of fraud. Come and surrender to the police on your own accord."
Hearing the voice from the other end, Michael’s brows furrowed as he looked at the phone screen and said, "Wrong number."
Michael hung up.
"What’s up?" Todd asked.
"It said that I’m suspected of fraud and asked me to surrender to the police," Michael said.
"Fraud?" Hearing this word, Todd did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Michael would scam?
Would he need to scam!
In mere seconds, the phone rang again.
It was still that number.
Michael rejected the call.
He then received another call from a different number.
Michael was a little agitated as he picked up and said, "Don’t call again, or else don’t blame me for being rude!"
Annoyed, Michael turned to Mr. York and ordered, "Settle this matter."
Not many people knew about Michael’s private number.
He did not know who the caller was and how they got his number.
The scammers nowadays were really crafty.
Mr. York took the phone and scrolled Michael’s call history, then immediately asked someone to investigate the number.
Once the results were in, Mr. York was surprised. He said to Michael, "Mr. Lucas, this seems like it’s really a call from the police station over here."
Michael was shocked to hear that. His eyes widened as he said, "What did you say?"
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"I’ll call immediately to ask what’s going on," Mr. York instantly said.
Anyone could be suspected of fraud, but just not Michael.
Just with Michael’s net value, how many other people were richer than him?
Who would he need to scam?
Even if he was able to, how much money would he gain?
Who reported?
Todd swallowed the bread in his mouth and could not help but laugh. "Michael Lucas has actually been suspected of fraud. This is really big news."
Michael shot Todd a glance and did not say anything.
Mr. York quickly understood the matter.
He returned the phone to Michael and said, "Mr. Lucas, it’s that shopkeeper that reported to the police."
"The shopkeeper reported?" Michael furrowed his brows and looked at Mr. York with eyes full of doubt. "I asked you to transfer 10 million dollars to him. Have you done it?"
"I did. This happened precisely because I did what you told me to." Mr. York continued impatiently, "The shopkeeper was initially very happy when he saw the money, but the more he thought later, the more afraid he became. That’s why he reported you to the police.
"He was afraid that it was a scam, suspecting that the 10 million dollars was fake.
Once he spent the money, he would be discovered and caught by the police for committing a crime and other reasons.
"He was worried if it was money laundering or something, and so he reported..."
Hearing Mr. York, Michael was not sure about what he felt.
After giving the shopkeeper 10 million dollars as a reward, some problem had still happened. freewebnøvel.coɱ
Back then, the shopkeeper was already doubtful towards Michael telling him about the 10 million dollars.
When he had really transferred the money, the shopkeeper turned from happiness to panic.
The more he thought, the more he felt that nothing would come for free, that there was definitely a problem with this money.
He even went to the bank to withdraw a portion of it. After the transaction went well, he panicked even more.
He started to suspect once more that this money was definitely shady.
After all, who would transfer him 10 million dollars for such a small matter?
It was neither 1,000 nor 10,000.
The money worried him.
At last, after a night of consideration, he decided to report the matter to the police in the end.
Michael closed his eyes impatiently and said, "Go settle it."
"Yes, Mr. Lucas." Mr. York nodded and immediately turned, intending to go to the police station.
"Mr. Lucas, you’re too generous, giving others 10 million dollars," Todd said. "Ten million is hard to earn in a typical worker’s lifetime.
"But this shopkeeper was dumb. He could have just spent the money.
"If it was really a scam or money laundering, just wait till the police discover it."
"Eat quickly. We’ll go look for Wendy after eating." Michael was speechless as well and did not press on the topic.
He did not have the energy to think about this matter.
After breakfast, just when Michael and Todd intended to leave, Michael’s phone rang again.
This time, it was Evan Boyle.
Seeing that it was Evan, Michael picked up without hesitation.
"Have y’all gotten any clue regarding Christian and Wendy on your side?" Evan asked first thing once the call went through.
"Yes. Have you found them or any clues?" Michael asked.
"No, but we’ve been investigating the drug case that Christian recently took over. He recently has a few huge drug businesses in other countries," Evan said. "As for his tracks and headquarters, we haven’t found out, but we’ve already searched part of the city. Finding them is only a matter of time."
"Where are you now? If possible, could we meet up?" Michael asked.
"I’m at Casert. What about you?"
"We’re at Fort." Michael immediately checked the distance as he spoke, "More than 200 kilometers. Not that far."
"Sure, y’all can give me an address, and I’ll come over to meet y’all immediately."
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Wendy had been taking care of Zen since she fell unconscious.
She had gotten injured this time all to protect Wendy.
Fortunately, Zen was not in danger and was already able to get out of bed and walk around after going through three days of treatment.
After Christian had gone crazy the last time, he had not come to see Wendy these two days.
Wendy did not ask where Christian had gone, but she could roughly guess that he was busy with his business.
Because of Christian, Wendy considerably had some status here.
Although Wendy could not leave the house, she could ask anyone to do things for her.
Christian had never owed her before.
At the moment, Wendy was supporting Zen to walk out of the basement.
Seeing the sunlight, a smile formed on Zen’s pale face.
She raised her head and basked at the warmth of the sun.
The sunlight was too bright for her eyes. Zen raised a hand to block it and said, "It’s so great to still be alive."
A few days ago, Zen was already prepared to die.
Hearing Zen’s words, Wendy’s mood was downcast.
She raised her head and felt the warmth of the sunlight.
She did not know when she would be able to leave this place.
Wendy recalled the call for help she had left in the changing room.
She did not know if the number had been discovered by anyone.
"Are you hungry? The kitchen has prepared lunch. Let’s go and eat something first," Wendy said as she supported Zen.
"Really a little hungry." Zen touched her stomach.
Zen thought of her unborn child.
She wore a worried expression on her face.
Taking a deep breath, Zen said as if nothing had happened, "Let’s go and eat."
Without Christian, Wendy and Zen were free here.
The two sat at the table and ate, their moods more relaxed.
But still, this was Christian’s territory. Something untoward would happen sooner or later.
Just as Christian suddenly appearing...
Christian was exhausted, and he looked disheveled.
The bloodstains could not be seen on his black suit, but blood was oozing from his left arm.
Seeing Christian, Wendy and Zen instantly lost their appetite.
The two put down their chopsticks at once.
Christian took a look at Wendy and Zen, and did not say anything as he walked straight to the bathroom.
After showering, the doctor walked over with a first-aid kit and treated the wound on Christian’s arm.
Wendy and Zen watched all this with cold eyes and did not speak.
Once the doctor was finished attending to Christian’s arm, Christian walked to the dinner table and sat down.
A few new dishes were served.
The kitchen staff had specially made them upon seeing that Christian had returned.
Christian tried to suppress the pain in his left arm and silently began to eat.
In a while, Christian’s assistant came in.
The assistant leaned close to Christian’s ear and whispered something.
Wendy and Zen exchanged glances, not hearing what he had said.
But they saw that Christian’s eyes widened.
Seemed like satisfaction? Excitement? Happiness?
Anyway, to Christian, it should be a good thing.
And the good things to Christian would definitely be bad things to Wendy and Zen.
Christian smiled as he put down his chopsticks and said to the assistant, "Tell Ms.
Stewart about what you had just told me."
