CHAPTER 325: CHAPTER 325: DID YOU SEE HIS FACE?

The two cars raced down the road.

In one car were Serena Sterling and Silas Hawthorne, in the other was Julian Lawson.

At this moment, both cars were headed toward the police station.

The witness sat in the passenger seat of Serena’s car, looking restless.

Seeing the expression on the witness’s face, Silas Hawthorne spoke, "Your main concern is to leave Aeston safely and return to Cygnus. Don’t worry, no matter what Julian Lawson thinks, I will make sure it happens."

"The Hawthorne Group’s reputation, you must have heard of it even when you were in Cygnus, which is why you sought us out for this three-way alliance."

"Moreover,"

Silas Hawthorne glanced at the rearview mirror, meeting the witness’s gaze through it.

Usually gentle, Silas now had a fierce and intimidating look in his eyes.

Silas continued, "You can only rely on me."

The witness opened her mouth to speak but closed it again.

She knew that what Silas said was true.

Last time at Vivian’s Floral Studio, she had exposed the recording involving Vera Hansen. With Vera’s ruthless nature, the moment her whereabouts were exposed, Vera would certainly try to have her killed.

That’s why she had been hiding these past days.

Julian Lawson was just a backup option for the witness because she wasn’t sure about his attitude toward Vera Hansen.

Despite Julian Lawson’s declarations of love for Serena Sterling, he had repeatedly shown leniency toward Vera Hansen. The witness didn’t want to choose him, fearing he might once again soften and hand her over to Vera.

Silas Hawthorne, controlling the maritime shipping routes and being deeply in love with Serena Sterling, was the best choice.

She was just worried that Silas might not help her, so she included Julian as backup.

She nodded and said nothing more, focusing on her phone.

After securing the witness, Silas looked at Serena, who was sitting beside him.

She turned to gaze out of the car window.

Her reflection on the window pane showed her current expression.

She seemed calm, her face unchanged, but he knew she was suppressing explosive emotions.

...

Meanwhile, inside Julian Lawson’s car.

Jude Chaucer occasionally glanced at Julian through the rearview mirror.

Julian’s injuries hadn’t fully healed, and he’d been reliant on a wheelchair these past days.

At this moment, Julian’s face was ashen, pale as paper.

Jude sighed deeply; he knew that what had shattered Julian more than his physical injuries was what the witness had just revealed in the private room.

This meant that everything Julian had done for Vera Hansen—his adherence to agreements, his leniency—had all turned into a joke.

And due to these lies, he deeply hurt the woman he loved.

Sigh...

Jude glanced at the car ahead.

Hired murderer.

Vera Hansen’s cruelty had escalated to crime.

He didn’t know what else might happen on this trip to the police station.

Nor was he sure if Julian could handle it.

...

Soon, they arrived at the police station.

Chloe Langley seemed a bit surprised to see the two of them arriving together.

"Quite a coincidence," explained Jude. "If there’s anything that needs addressing, might as well bring it up now."

Chloe glanced at her colleague, and after exchanging a look, they nodded.

"Alright."

Then she led everyone into a room.

Chloe briefly mentioned the incident where Serena was hit, then continued, "The night before you got your divorce papers, there was a serious incident."

"There was a survivor, but he had been in a vegetative state. Fortunately, he has woken up."

An hour earlier.

Chloe Langley had received a call from the survivor’s wife, prompting her to visit the hospital room.

"What’s going on?" Chloe asked.

The survivor, named Will, was wiping away tears.

He had regained consciousness yesterday but still struggled to speak due to prolonged lying down; only today could he properly convey his thoughts.

He intermittently explained, "Someone, someone captured us, kept us on a mountain, and forced us to, to make a recording."

"Later, we took the chance to escape while they were on the phone, and they drove, drove into us..."

Will’s wife held his hand, also wiping tears.

"What recording?" Chloe continued questioning, "What connection does it have?"

Will took a moment to calm himself before continuing, "The recording from the ’Heavenly Sound’ staff channel, a recording of Vera Hansen threatening Irene."

"It was at a crucial time, and our boss thought to extort Vera Hansen during this period, informing her that we had the recording."

"Such things are common in our circle, paparazzi catching scoops, then someone buying it; we thought it was nothing significant. After all, Vera Hansen is Julian Lawson’s person, and the money was nothing in comparison."

"Later..."

Will started crying again: "Later, someone came to deal with us; as we were counting the money, we were tied up and taken away..."

Will wept uncontrollably, as everyone else had died; only he survived, even becoming a vegetative person at one point.

The thought terrified him.

He almost died!

Moreover, his current state wasn’t all that better, requiring treatment for recovery, uncertain if he’d fully heal.

Chloe Langley slightly furrowed her brows, piecing together the sequence of events.

"You mean," Chloe confirmed, "Vera Hansen’s involved?"

Will nodded.

"He tortured us," he said, "just to get that recording."

It became clear.

The only ones aware of the recording were a few paparazzi and Vera Hansen herself. Having taken the money and agreeing to a deal, it was Vera’s men who came.

Everything pieced together.

Previously, it was suspected that the driver who hit Serena and the person involved in her case had a similar build, and Will’s statements linked them closely to Vera.

Everyone was well aware of the love-hate entanglement between Vera and Serena.

"Did you see what that person looked like?" Chloe continued probing.

Previously, any sighted culprits were disguised.

They had investigated many people, but there were too many involved.

Serena Sterling and Julian Lawson were not ordinary people; they had countless connections, making precise targeting difficult.

"At first, we couldn’t see; he was wearing a mask," Will recalled carefully. "But later, when we ran, he didn’t have time to put it on while chasing us. I glanced back and saw his face."

"Do you recognize him? Who is he?" Chloe promptly asked.

Her heart raced; this was exciting news—Will had seen the person’s face!

The suspect was cautious, highly aware of counter-investigation tactics, suspected to be a professional hitman. Having a facial identification would greatly aid their search efforts.

Chloe looked at Will expectantly.