Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 1165 The Worn-out Notebook

The police also reported on the inspection of nearby surveillance. Despite being a small town, it wasn't quite dead at night. The hotel my dad stayed at was the newest star-rated establishment, with cars coming and going.

After a thorough investigation, they finally identified a black Audi parked in front of the hotel during that time frame. However, it was parked at such a tricky angle that one couldn't see the person coming out the door. That car's license plate belonged to our small town, but

upon further investigation, it turned out to be a fake.

It seemed like this was a well-planned and premeditated incident. We were anxiously awaiting the latest clues from the investigating officers.

Just at that moment, my phone rang again.

I quickly said to everyone, "It's that unknown number."

Atlas reached over and took my phone, then turned on the speaker.

The next second, the modulated voice echoed again. "Ms. Chloe, it seems you don't care about your father's safety, collaborating with the police as soon as you arrive. Aren't you afraid I'll be unfriendly to him?"

I instantly felt myself tense up and nervously looked at Atlas.

Atlas's handsome face remained expressionless.

"It's good that you know. How dare you harm my family? You should be careful. If anything happens to my father-in-law, I'll make sure you regret it."

want that notebook! Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless! Don't forget, the eight hours

that, the call was disconnected, followed by a

Everyone exchanged silent glances.

said, "Get ready. The next time

who received us immediately arranged for the police's computer experts

our movements. How did they know we were with the police as soon as we arrived?" I

didn't respond. He glanced at Cane,

in and reported to the executive, "We checked the vehicles in

two dash

that took Mr. George away. It was a tall man. It was too far to see his appearance clearly, but the time

take a look,"

"Okay."

surveillance video on a computer, and the time and

to know the person. His demeanor wasn't one of fear or coercion. It appeared as if he

glanced at Atlas, and

were tracking the car. Atlas nodded and thanked

hours

phone rang. He answered

Send it over!" I heard Atlas speak decisively. Then he

pinged. Atlas looked at the