Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Erick’s expression turned thoughtful, his brow furrowed in concern as he replayed Audrey’s words in his mind. He summoned the surveillance footage from the scene.
The surveillance footage was grainy and, due to the angle, failed to capture Davey’s facial features with clarity.
Although the footage was unclear, it revealed a chilling detail.
Davey’s gaze had been fixed on Audrey and Bryce as they departed, his attention lingering on them even after they had left the frame.
Erick’s eyes narrowed, lost in thought.
Although Davey kept his distance from the Glyn family, as Katie’s uncle, he would naturally feel a sense of Loyalty and sympathy toward Katie, given their familial bond.
The investigation into Katie’s death had been concluded, and the forensic report had determined that the fatal injury was a lip laceration inflicted by Lorenzo. Tragically, Katie had not received prompt medical attention, leading to a fatal respiratory arrest caused by uncontrollable coughing.
Furthermore, Katie was not just an innocent victim. She was also a suspect in several other cases. The prosecution had uncovered evidence at her residence, suggesting her involvement in various illegal activities.
However, with her passing, the investigation into her additional roles and responsibilities was forced to come to a close.
However, Katie’s criminal activities would not be swept under the rug.
They had been thoroughly documented and remained on record.
The prosecution kept Audrey’s and Cornell’s identities secret to protect them from harm.
Ordinarily, without access to classified records, nobody would be aware of Audrey’s and Cornell’s roles in Lorenzo’s downfall.
Davey shouldn’t have been aware that Audrey was at the scene when Katie died, but it was possible he had discovered this information somehow. In any case, Davey warranted close surveillance.
At the same time, in the hotel, Cornell sat hunched over his computer, meticulously combing through the comprehensive dossier on Davey, scrutinizing every detail.
Davey was exceptionally security-conscious, and as a result, very little sensitive information about him had been compromised or leaked.
According to the records, Davey had a long history of international business dealings, with years of overseas transactions and ventures.
Davey had a vast network of connections, including nobles and royals, giving him considerable influence.
Leveraging his influential connections, Davey effortlessly secured lucrative projects that were out of reach for others, generating enormous profits that flooded his accounts.
In Aurora, Davey was among the elite, widely regarded as one of the wealthiest individuals. This wealth and influence were also the reasons why he commanded utmost respect and deference from the two dominant clans in Aurora.
After all, despite their prosperity, the two clans had sizable populations to support and were always in need of additional resources. Davey’s ambitious projects often necessitated collaborative efforts, which could yield substantial benefits for both families, making him a valuable partner.
Furthermore, Davey possessed a formidable force of his own, an elite team of highly skilled and well-trained soldiers, rivaling those trained by the esteemed Maxwell and Clifford families.
With shared interests at stake, no one would be reckless enough to risk sparking a bloody conflict, as the costs would outweigh any potential gains.
Cornell scoured the scarce intel on Davey, but on the surface, everything seemed Legitimate, and he couldn’t uncover any red flags or obvious discrepancies.
Davey liked being alone, often living abroad, and his home address was unknown. He was a nomad, sometimes appearing in Uchaesau, other times in Aurora, never staying in one place for long, like a wandering traveler without a permanent home.
Moreover, Davey had remained a bachelor, unencumbered by romantic entanglements, making it exceedingly challenging to gather intel on him through personal connections or relationships.
Cornell gazed at the brief report, his eyes drying out from intense focus. If someone had no discernible trail or connections, it could indicate either a remarkably straightforward and uncomplicated life or, conversely, a meticulously calculated and intricate existence.
Davey managed to grow his business to such an extent. He also maintained a foothold between the two major families in Aurora.
Obviously, he was not a simple person. It was just that he was good at hiding his secrets. It was hard to fathom his personality.
Cornell kept browsing the investigation results regarding Davey for a while. Finally, something caught his attention. He found that Davey had properties in different countries.
This fact alone wasn’t surprising. After all, wealthy people loved investing everywhere. So, it was not unusual that Davey owned numerous properties.
The only thing Cornell found strange was Davey’s properties were all located in remote areas. They were miles away from other houses.
Besides, every house was renovated to resemble a castle.
From a businessman’s perspective, these properties didn’t have much value. After all, they were too remote. Wealthy people preferred the suburbs or hillsides with scenic views. They would not pay interest on these properties.
No one wanted to live in these places. Why did Davey invest in them?
He was an excellent businessman. There was no doubt he knew he would likely lose half the value of these properties.
Another strange thing Cornell found was when Davey left, he didn’t sell those properties. Instead, he hired caretakers and top-tier soldiers to watch over each empty house. They were all idle properties.
Cornell stared at the computer screen for a while. His brows gradually furrowed. Why did Davey keep these properties? What made those empty houses so valuable?
Cornell was silent for a while, lost in thought. Then, he made a phone call. “I want you to check some properties. I will send you the details.”
Jimena went to Davey’s villa located in the suburbs.
The butler called her because something unexpectedly happened to Casey.
Today was not Jimena’s schedule to tend to Casey. However, Casey suddenly complained of a headache, and Davey was not home. The butler didn’t dare to ignore what Casey felt, so he called Davey. But for some reason, Davey didn’t answer his phone. Casey kept complaining that the pain was getting worse, so the butler had no other choice but to call Jimena over.
Jimena knocked on the door, and the butler let her in. But she didn’t go to the basement by herself. It was Davey’s rule that the butler must accompany her to the basement.
The door of the basement was secured by an iris scanner and a password for dual protection. There was no way Jimena could open it on her own.
The butler was about to lead Jimena to the basement when the telephone rang.
Of course, the butler could not ignore it, thinking it could be Davey. So, the butler asked Jimena to wait while he went to answer the phone.
Jimena stood in the living room and waited for the butler. Suddenly, a box caught her attention.
It was a gift box wrapped in red silk. It looked very luxurious and high-class. The red silk was the type of material only royal or noble families in Ambrosia used.
But what attracted Jimena’s attention the most was the embroidery on it. It was a sentence. “Birds return when the time comes.”
On the side of the box, there were also elegant patterns of swallows, flowers, and herbs embroidered.
Jimena heard from her family before that swallows symbolized nobility in ancient Ambrosia. Eyeing the box, she found the herb familiar.
After thinking for a while, Jimena suddenly remembered. It was precisely the herb Casey had instructed her to purchase. She recalled the herb went by the name “Angelica Sinensis.”
At that time, Casey mentioned her desire for this herb was due to her longing to return to Ambrosia.
Out of appreciation for Casey’s kindness, Jimena secretly took out her phone and snapped a picture of the embroidery, thinking of drawing it later and showing it to Casey, hoping to alleviate her homesickness.
Casey was tragically confined daily to the basement by Davey.
Although she led a life of high quality, she was lonely. After all, the only people she could see were Jimena and Davey. Jimena believed no one would choose such a life.
Every time Jimena saw Casey, she felt Casey was like a canary with broken wings, beautiful yet flawed.
After answering the phone, the butler returned to escort Jimena through the door, which had a detector that would alarm if someone carried metal objects or communication devices such as phones.
Jimena put her phone in a basket prepared by the butler. Then, she walked in, taking only her medical bag with her.
Inside, Casey lay on the bed listlessly. Obviously, she was in pain.
Jimena put down her medical bag, washed her hands, and gave Casey a soothing massage.
“Jimena, how is outside? Has there been anything interesting?” Casey seemed curious about everything, probably due to having locked up for too long. She always asked Jimena to tell her anything about the outside world.
After sharing some anecdotes, Jimena suddenly remembered something.
“Madam, there’s another news. The son of the Clifford family leader had just held a wedding. I heard the bride is from Ardlens, the capital of Ambrosia. They say she is stunning.”
Speaking of beauty, Jimena felt Casey was stunning even in her forties. Casey didn’t look her age at all.
With her soft and delicate skin, one might assume Casey as a woman in her early thirties.
With this thought, Jimena couldn’t help saying, “Madam, are all the ladies in your capital beautiful? You are also stunning…”
Casey, who was so depressed just now, suddenly turned around, grabbed Jimena’s arm, and asked excitedly, “What’s her name?”
Jimena was stunned for a moment and didn’t expect Casey to react like this. But Casey didn’t seem to notice her own intense reaction and hurriedly asked again, “Jimena, the bride you’ve just mentioned. Do you know her name?”
It was only then that Jimena came back to her senses. She shook her head. “Madam, I’m sorry. I don’t know her name.”
Casey was about to ask more questions. However, she was interrupted by some noises at the door. Her expression froze for a moment before she lay back down, feigning sick.
Davey, who rushed back home after learning Casey was not feeling well, came in. When he saw that Jimena was still treating Casey, he did not intervene. Instead, he stood at the side and watched quietly.
However, his presence made Jimena feel so nervous that her palms were profusely sweating.
It seemed no one could remain calm in front of Davey. After all, he had a strong innate sense of oppression. Just his presence could make one’s skin crawl.
Casey felt that Jimena’s hands suddenly turned cold. She knew Jimena must be frightened by Davey’s presence. So, she snapped without turning around, “Why are you standing there? Get out.”
Jimena was startled upon hearing this. She glanced at Davey stealthily, only to see him standing there calmly. He didn’t look angry at all.