Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 226

Chapter 226: A missing file Chapter 226: A missing file Layla handed Lucius a glass of water, her gaze briefly resting on the pills he held in his hand.

He swallowed them swiftly, placing the empty glass on the bedside table.

After switching off the main lights, Layla returned to the bed, settling beside Lucius.

He immediately pulled her into his arms, holding her close.

He then confessed, “I took your advice.

I decided not to pressure Demitri.

He needs time-time to come to me on his own terms.” Layla nodded thoughtfully.

“I hope he does, but knowing Demitri, he won’t want to discover the truth that way.” Lucius sighed, his breath warm against her hair.

“I know.

He’s convinced that doing so might put me in danger.” After a moment’s pause, he shifted the conversation.

“On my way to Demitri’s place, Zayne gave me X’s phone.

I asked Demitri to track the number associated with it.

The results were… strange.

The number belonged to Orabela, but it was being used from an entirely different location.” Layla’s brows knitted together in confusion.

“That doesn’t make sense.

How could that happen?” she murmured, her mind racing to piece together the puzzle.

“I’ve asked Roger to look into the servants,” Lucius said, his tone heavy with concern.

His thoughts spiraled, troubled by the notion that someone might have been plotting against him long before Layla became part of his life.

Was someone always watching him?

Could it be his real father?

The questions gnawed at him, feeding his unease more.

Layla, sensing his distress, kept her own thoughts to herself.

Speculating without evidence would only add to Lucius’s stress, and she didn’t want to burden him further.

She decided to stay quiet, even though her mind was racing with some possibilities.

A few moments of silence passed before Lucius’s voice broke through the stillness.

“Are you asleep?” he asked softly.

“Not yet,” Layla replied.

“I’ve decided where to take Dad,” Lucius said, his voice calm yet resolute.

“Where?” Layla asked, her curiosity piqued.

“To the countryside, a bit farther from here,” he shared, his tone softening.

Layla’s lips curled into a gentle smile as she nodded.

“That sounds wonderful.

I’ve heard the countryside is beautiful-peaceful, less chaotic.

It might be just what you also need,” she affirmed warmly, her smile glowing even in the dim light.

“Yeah,” Lucius murmured, leaning in to press a tender kiss on her shoulder.

His arms tightened around her as he continued, “If you weren’t here with me, I don’t know how I would’ve survived this phase.

Sometimes, it feels unbearable, but with you by my side, it’s like I can find the shore, no matter how vast and unforgiving the ocean may seem.” Overwhelmed by gratitude, he pulled her closer, letting his embrace convey what words could not.

~~~~~ Roger and Aiden worked tirelessly into the late hours of the night, sifting through the details of the servants employed by the Rosenzweig family.

The room was quiet except for the occasional click of the mouse and the rustle of papers.

“This is the newest recruit,” Roger said, pointing at a photo on the laptop screen.

“She’s the one who was lingering around the foyer tonight when no other servants were present.” His tone carried a mix of suspicion and determination.

Aiden leaned closer, scrutinizing the screen.

“Should we interrogate her after capturing her?” he murmured, his brows furrowed.

“Her bio doesn’t raise any red flags, though.” He scrolled through the document again, double-checking the details, but couldn’t shake the unease settling in his chest.

Roger crossed his arms, his gaze fixed on the screen.

“Sometimes the most ordinary profiles can hide the darkest truths,” he said grimly.

“We need to handle this carefully.” “I’ll send someone to investigate this servant,” Aiden stated, his tone firm and businesslike.

Roger nodded in agreement.

“That would be better.

We’ve already compiled all the necessary details, so it’s best to leave it here for now,” he said, leaning back in his chair.

Then, with a sudden shift in energy, he added enthusiastically, “Tomorrow’s an important day-it’s the Boss’s father’s birthday.” Aiden allowed a small smile to creep onto his face, sensing Roger’s excitement.

“True.

Let’s wrap this up for tonight.” He sent the compiled details to Lucius via email and shut down the laptop with a sigh of relief.

As he stretched his arms, he suddenly asked, “Did you find out why Demitri and the Boss fought?” Roger paused, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s tied to something from their past.

Demitri refuses to tell the Boss about… something,” he replied vaguely, his tone heavy with weariness.

He stifled a yawn and added, “You can sleep in the other bedroom.

I’m feeling sore, so I’ll retire for the night.

Good night.” Aiden made his way to the room he’d been directed to, ready to collapse into bed.

Just as he set his phone on the bedside table, it buzzed, its screen lighting up.

He frowned as he saw the caller ID.

“Why is Zayne calling at this hour?” he muttered before answering.

“Yes, Zayne?” On the other end, Zayne’s voice carried a mix of urgency and curiosity.

“The Boss’s phone was off, so I thought to call you instead.

While my junior was reviewing some old cases, we came across something unusual.

A dash cam was recovered from the accident that claimed the Boss’s brother’s life.” “What?” Aiden’s eyes widened, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten.

“Where is that dash cam now?” “I have no idea,” Zayne admitted.

“But there’s something else.

The file also states that Matteo and Antoine had a conversation on the day of the accident.

It mentions the call details.

This information wasn’t in the original file.

It must have been missing all this time-that’s why the Boss never knew about it.” Aiden ran a hand through his hair, his mind racing.

“Keep that file safe for now.

I’ll come by in the morning to collect it.” “Understood,” Zayne replied before ending the call.

Aiden stared at his phone, his mind racing with unanswered questions.

“As far as I remember, Matteo wasn’t on good terms with the Boss’s brother,” he murmured to himself, his brows furrowing in deep thought.

“So why did they talk that day?

What could they have discussed?” ~~~~~ If you like werewolf genre story, please check out: The Alpha’s Forsaken Feisty Mate