My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 210

Chapter 210: Cover things up Chapter 210: Cover things up Justin rubbed his forehead, clearly at a loss for what to do next.

“Should I check the other hotels in the area?” he ventured cautiously.

“No,” Dylan denied the suggestion firmly.

His restless eyes scanned his surroundings, and then they locked onto the surveillance camera above the hotel entrance.

“Why don’t you check the CCTV footage from here?” he asked sharply, his hope flickering to life.

Justin shifted uncomfortably.

“I already asked about it,” he admitted.

“The cameras are down.

They said there is no footage available.” “Bullshit, they all are lying.” Dylan’s face twisted in frustration.

“They are all lying-trying to cover up what happened here.

Call the cops.

I’ll sue them for obstruction.” “Wait, calm down,” Justin interjected.

“We can’t involve the police-not yet.

You said you injured someone during the fight, right?

That could complicate things for you.” Dylan scoffed, turning away, his hands balling into fists.

Helpless annoyance simmered within him.

“In smaller hotels like this, it’s not uncommon for surveillance cameras to be inactive,” Justin explained.

“It doesn’t necessarily mean there is a cover-up.

Let me figure out another way to find out what exactly happened.” “You still don’t believe me.” Dylan’s eyes narrowed, his frustration spilling over. He could clearly sense his hesitation to trust his words.

“You think I was too drunk to remember what actually happened.” Justin parted his lips, his hesitation clear.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” he started, choosing his words carefully.

“I just can’t be sure if this is the right hotel.

I don’t what you saw, who you encountered.” Dylan let out a hollow laugh, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

His gaze wandered.

That’s when he noticed a surveillance camera mounted on the corner of a café across the road.

He froze, hope reigniting like a flare.

“There,” he said, pointing toward the camera.

“That café’s camera-it’s facing this way.

I’m sure it’s working.” Justin followed his gaze and saw the café.

“Maybe €“ but it’s closed now.

We have to wait for a few hours.

It’s almost dawn now.

You should go home and have some rest.” “There is no time for rest,” Dylan muttered, scrunching up his nose.

“I’ve more important things to deal with.” “Uh€¦” Justin wanted to say something, but Dylan already walked away.

He stood there as he watched Dylan’s car speeding away and disappearing into the dim pre-dawn light.

He let out a deep sigh.

“I hope you’re fine,” he murmured with concern.

He thought Dylan had some misunderstandings because of his drunkenness.

Shaking his head, he turned and walked out of the hotel, getting into his car.

Moments later, a figure emerged from the shadows near the hotel’s side entrance.

The man’s eyes gleamed with cunning as he watched Justin’s car vanish into the distance.

Fishing a phone out of his pocket, he dialed a number.

“We managed to cover things up just in time,” he said in a conspiratorial tone.

“They won’t find anything here.

But you need to compensate me generously.” He winced as he brushed his hand against the gauze wrapped around his head.

“That lunatic hit me really hard.” “Fine, fine.

You’ll get your money.

Just don’t call me again.” Erica furiously ended the call and tossed the phone aside.

“Idiots,” she muttered through gritted teeth.

“You couldn’t even handle a drunk man properly.

Because of your incompetence, my plan failed, and now this mess.

If Dylan finds out, he will send me abroad again.

Ugh€¦” She slammed her fist against the mattress.

“It’s so frustrating.

Why can’t they just do their job properly?” She clasped the bedspread, digging her nails into the fabric.

“Gianna,” she hissed.

“I gave you an opportunity-a perfect chance to claim Dylan and secure your position.

And what did you do?

You blew it.

Useless.” Her face twisted in rage.

“I can’t afford to have loose ends.

It’s time to get rid of you.

If Dylan finds out about my connection to this mess, it’ll be the end of everything.” Dylan’s fury only grew with each passing moment as he drove to the mansion.

His mind raced with thoughts of betrayal, deceit, and vengeance.

“You need to answer me,” he muttered as he couldn’t wait to reach there and confront her.

By the time he reached there, the sun spread its first rays on the horizon, painting the sky with bright orange.

The lamps in the courtyard were still on.

He drove the car through the driveway and parked it right in front of the mansion.

Dylan flung the door open and stormed toward the front door with barely contained rage.

Reaching the doorbell, he pressed it incessantly.

Erica had just fallen asleep, but the continuous ringing of the doorbell woke her up with a start.

“Uh!” Annoyed, she groaned and clutched her head.

“Which lunatic has shown up at this hour?” she muttered, dragging herself out of bed.

She shuffled toward the door, her annoyance growing with every persistent chime.

“Stop ringing the damn doorbell!” she yelled.

“I’m coming.” But the ringing continued, making Erica let out a guttural growl, yanking open the door with a scowl.

“What the hell is-” The words froze on her lips when her gaze locked with Dylan’s.

His imposing figure towered over her, his eyes burning with anger that sent a chill down her spine.

The color drained from her face as her annoyance gave way to palpable fear.

“D-Dylan?” she stammered, trying to mask her nervousness.

“What are you doing here so early?” “This is my house,” Dylan said coldly.

“And I’ll come here whenever I damn well please.” Erica stumbled back, her mouth agape as she watched him stride into the house like a storm unleashed.

The audacity of Dylan’s actions sent a flush of fury to her face.

“How rude!

Why did you push me?” She hurried after him.

Tugging at his arm forcefully, she turned him toward her.

“What’s going on?

Why are you-” “Save it,” he cut her off, his tone lethal.

“You know exactly why I’m here.

And you’re going to answer me-every single question-right now.” “What is going on?” Lydia’s voice interrupted them.

The incessant ringing of the doorbell had woken her up as well, and she came out of her room.

The scene in the hall was surprising.

“Dylan!” She walked down the stairs, confusion etching on her face.

“What is happening?

Is everything alright?”