“No.”
Years of painful lessons had taught her not to trust easily. She had endured enough to know better, and now, she was a bit wiser for it.
Jaxen glanced around at the grim accident scene, his expression heavy.
“I wonder if anyone died. If this was all planned…”
Jaxen paused, clearly uncomfortable with the topic. It was evident that no one wanted to entertain harmful gossip about the car accident. But Katelyn caught the subtlety in his hesitation. She glanced at Neil, her gaze intense and probing. Without a word, she continued assisting with the ongoing tasks.
The rescue effort stretched on for three hours. Once it concluded, Katelyn settled by the roadside to catch her breath. Jaxen offered her a bottle of water. She gratefully took a sip, soothing her dry throat. Jaxen then sat next to her and gently handed her his phone, saying softly, “Have a look at this.”
Somewhat confused, Katelyn accepted the phone and started viewing its contents. The screen displayed surveillance footage tracing the path of Neil’s car before the accident.
She watched intently as the video depicted the car abruptly veering off course and skidding. The location was a sharp curve at a busy intersection, a spot where excessive speed could easily result in losing control of a vehicle. Yet, for an experienced driver, such an error seemed out of character.
Katelyn’s expression grew stern as she said, “We need to dig deeper into this.”
She was determined to figure out if Neil had any part in causing the accident. At this point, she had to exercise extreme caution.
Jaxen nodded and said, “I’m also checking into his driver’s background. I’ll have answers for you later.”
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Katelyn took a deep breath and got to her feet.
Jaxen expressed his concern, “Are you sure you’re okay? I noticed you have a cut on your head.”
Katelyn dismissed his worry while continuing to walk.
“It’s just a scratch, nothing to worry about.”
Feeling the weight of the day, she added, “I need to rest. Keep me posted with any new information.”
The day had taken a toll on her emotionally, and all Katelyn wanted now was some sleep.
Understanding her weariness, Jaxen simply nodded in agreement and said, “Alright.” He remained there as Katelyn walked away.
Once she was away from the scene, Katelyn headed straight home to rest, mindful of the gala she needed to attend later that evening.
Meanwhile, the CEO’s office at Adams Group was a model of minimalist sophistication, decorated in a monochrome scheme that exuded subtle elegance. The luxury of the black leather sofa was understated yet classy. Vincent was engrossed in his work at his large desk. Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted him.
Without lifting his gaze from his documents, Vincent casually said, “Come in.”
Samuel entered and addressed him respectfully.
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