"What is going through your head, Elara?" Justin asked as he saw the girl sitting behind the computer, deep in thought.
Elara, who was thinking about how her father reacted to the divorce and was glad she left the man after all, couldn’t help but remember how worried he looked when he heard about Sean’s death and how his father had been accusing her.
Her father was worried. And it was a natural reaction from any parent. The way that man was adamant on sending her to prison, it wouldn’t be long before he ends up creating false evidence against her.
And if that happened, to prove her innocence, she would’ve had to reveal other things to the world and to her family about what he wanted to do, and if that happened, things would get really messy.
Thus, it was better to deal with that stuff before it blew out of proportion.
"Sean’s death," Elara said after some time.
Justin, who sat beside her and munched on the imported chocolates that her brother had given to her, looked at the computer in confusion.
"What about him? Do you want me to find something about him? Any dirt on him that we can expose that would stop his father from approaching the case and trouble you?" Justin asked.
Elara thought carefully and shook her head.
"No. And yes," she answered.
Justin looked at her, waiting for her explanation.
"I want you to find something about him, but not some kind of dirt. Daniel said they had let Sean go, and I know him; he wouldn’t lie to me. If Sean was left with no clothes or anything, there was nothing anyone could rob him of. Someone deliberately killed him, probably someone he called for help," Elara said.
Justin bobbed his head up and down.
"What do you really want me to do?" Justin asked.
Elara took a deep breath.
"Keeping the timeline in mind, find the numbers that were active in that region. Also, I want you to send 5 of our trained men to search the area for any evidence or at least a witness we can use to understand the situation. Rather than suppressing this news, I want to find the truth," Elara whispered.
Sean was a bad person, and such scum shouldn’t be left to live, but his father wasn’t so bad.
And she understood how much pain he was in because even after so much money, he couldn’t even find who killed his son.
Then again, she wasn’t doing this for that man alone. For some reason, her intuition told her that she would definitely hit a jackpot if she found out the truth.
And to set herself free from the incident forever, working on intuition was worth giving a try.
Justin, who understood what she was trying to do, smiled before shaking his head.
"I think you are in the wrong line of work. You should be a cop instead," Justin commented, and Elara chuckled at his comment.
"Nah. You are bound by rules when you are a cop. I would rather love to play without rules," Elara winked at the man, earning herself a chuckle.
"Okay. Anything else, madam?" Justin faked a British accent, and Elara looked at him for a brief second before grinning from ear to ear mischievously.
"Where is Daniel’s residence? I want to give him a surprise," Elara said confidently.
Justin arched his brows for a moment before typing a few codes to locate the man, and it wasn’t long before the pointer stopped at a particular location on the map.
"Hmm, here he is," Justin said before he turned the computer to Elara.
"You know how to do these things. Explore a little. If something goes wrong, I am here," Justin said.
Elara nodded before she started following Daniel’s little routine, her brows shooting up when she saw how many times the car had gone to the Black Market region.
That’s what we call a real mafia. She thought to herself before trying to find out where his home was.
When she found the location, she cleared her throat and retracted after erasing her traces.
"I just remembered I had to do something. Let me know if you find something. And I forgot to ask. How is this new place?" Elara asked.
Justin looked around the new apartment he got for free from Elara before nodding.
"It’s actually pretty cool." Justin appreciated the efforts she always put in to ensure he was comfortable while working for her.
"Good to know." Elara gave him a friendly wink before she left the apartment.
She sat inside the car and looked at Antonio.
"Drive to the Gold Spoon residential area," Elara said.
Antonio turned to her in confusion since she was visiting this place for the first time.
"I want to surprise Daniel. Bring him some sweets since he helped me a lot today," Elara answered honestly, and the man hummed.
"I know a place where they sell awesome cookies and baked goods. My friend’s sister introduced me to it recently," Antonio said, and he drove to the place once he got approval from her.
As Elara sat in the car, she got a message from Candice saying she wanted to talk to her about something.
Elara furrowed her brows.
"Is it urgent? Should I come over?" Elara typed back.
She was really hoping to see Daniel, but if her friend needed her right now, she would get there first.
"If you are not busy, then come over. It’s not that important. I just wanted to meet you, too. If you are busy, let’s schedule it for tomorrow. I have a meeting too," Candice’s message came shortly, and Elara agreed to meet the other day.
She was about to put her phone aside when her phone rang with an incoming call from Justin, making her roll her eyes.
"Seriously? It’s only been fifteen minutes since I left, and you are already missing me?" Elara mused.
"Well, I could surely wait to gather more information, but I thought you would be interested in hearing this," Justin said.
"What is it?" Elara asked while looking at her nails.
"There were a couple of active numbers at the location at that time. So I matched the timeline and saw which one stayed the longest. Then I found one and hacked into the database to check the messages or the call logs. Guess what I found?" Justin asked, building her anticipation.
"What?" Elara asked, a bit serious now.
"The number messaged someone you know. The number is registered under Andrew’s name," Justin said.
Elara sat there, momentarily frozen.
Andrew? He killed Sean? But why? He didn’t even know about kidnapping at that time...wait... he had known about the abduction and said he was looking for her...
"I don’t know. That doesn’t sound right," Elara said.
Justin hummed from the other side.
"That’s because Beatrice uses the number. Probably a number she keeps hidden from others. I traced the call log and messages, and guess what I found?" Justin asked.
Elara pursed her lips.
"Can you just tell me everything in a single go?" She asked.
"No. No. No. Where is the fun in that? I’ll find more before telling you about it," Justin said before he ended the call.
Elara looked at the phone with irritation.
She dialed his number, huffing loudly when the call went to voicemail.
Sometimes this guy really tests her patience.