Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 143

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

headlights flashed 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 exclaimed.

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 my competence. He then opened the back cover of the phone, placed 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 placed a tiny device into one of the compartments.

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

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

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

The next day.

Jaylan 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 relationship with him, and I felt like an outsider. I was eager to meet him.

The mystery would soon be unraveled.

Our meeting place was the same club where I had met Mr. Elbert last 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

composed of private villas and small clubs.

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

been developed yet, but now it was such a picturesque spot, like a paradise on earth. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

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

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

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

take the kids, find a peaceful place 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?"