Winning Her Heart Back

 Could It Be Him?

Emmelie and Wesley were on the same page.

Jodie got the hint. "He's been hanging around a few of the mansions today. Probably getting ready to meet someone."

"Meeting in broad daylight is too risky. The meeting's likely happening tonight. I'll go check it out," Lyle said, still peeling the orange.

Emelie pondered for a moment.

"I'll go with you," she said.

Lyle lifted his eyebrow. "You're coming? Isn't it unnecessary? Or do you not trust me?"

"I just find this whole thing interesting," she replied.

If Emelie remembered correctly, Cedarbrook had about thirty mansions, and they were all owned by prominent and wealthy people. She was genuinely curious about who might've supported the driver. Wesley added, "Since it's so intriguing, I'll join you too."

Lyle clicked his tongue. "Are we going to catch someone, or is this a group outing?"

Emelie glanced at Wesley and said, "Lyle and I can handle it. You're still recovering."

Wesley felt resigned. "I'm not that fragile, alright? The doctor said it's fine as long as I take it easy. I'll be back to normal in a couple of years."

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Lyle smirked. "Keep saying Mr. Graham isn't well, and I'll start wondering if he's missing a limb or something."

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Emelie nudged Lyle's leg with the cane. "Knock it off."

Lyle popped an orange in his mouth and stayed quiet.

Emelie looked at Wesley. "It's not wise if we all go. Too many people will just scare him off."

Emelie's meaning was clear, and Wesley understood.

"Alright. Just be careful," he said.

Lyle glanced between Emelie and Wesley, finding them amusing.

They didn't need to say much, a look was enough to understand each other.

"You two should've been spies in the old days. If our agents could understand each other with just a glance, there'd be a lot less drama," Lyle said.

Emelie nudged him again with the cane. "Quit joking around."

Lyle quickly finished his orange and raised his hand, admitting fault.

Around 10 at night, Emelie and Lyle drove to Cedarbrook.

Capebatt City had a flat landform, with only three mountains in the area. The rare mountains drove up the housing prices significantly.

The Cedarbrook was built along the slopes of Mount Cinnamon with 33 homes. The higher the mansions located on the mountain were, the higher their prices became. This exclusivity has become another way

for the wealthy to show their status.

Emelie recalled that the mansion at the very top belonged to William. For someone like him, these properties were like jewels, collected but never used.

When William bought the house, he had never even stayed there once. He found it too far from his office and it was a waste of his time.

"There he is," Lyle suddenly said.

They were parked halfway up the mountain, where most of the homes were clustered. There were about a dozen in total.

Emelie raised her night-vision binoculars and placed them in front of her eyes. She spotted a man in his forties or fifties. The man was slightly overweight, and he was cautiously glancing around as he walked.

Emelie hid her car behind some trees with branches covering it. In the dim light, they were nearly invisible to the naked eye.

The driver wandered between several houses.

Was he lost? Or just testing the waters?

Emelie was a patient hunter, and she kept her gaze steady.

After twenty minutes, the driver finally entered one of the house.

Emelie flipped through her file. The house belonged to a chain restaurant owner she didn't know.

Ten minutes later, the driver emerged, still looking around.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Lyle scoffed. "That guy's definitely testing us, trying to see if we'll take the bait."

But then, Emelie saw something unexpected through her binoculars. "Look. Isn't that William?"

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