Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Chapter 189

I felt a sharp pain in my chest, and for some reason, I had a bad feeling. I felt as if my throat was constricted, making it dry and hoarse.

I got out of bed to get a glass of water and checked my phone. Then, I discovered that the private detective had sent me several messages. "I've identified the suspect. Get back to me soon!"

Two hours later, he sent another message. "I found the murderer. I'm sure this is the person. I have evidence. I'll give them to you after you pay me the money." My heart seemed to skip a beat. My hands were shalding, and my breathing became heavier. "Where are you? I'll come see you." I typed my message with trembling hands. Then, I grabbed my backpack and left my apartment.

The private detective soon replied, "I'm in the same café as before. I'll be waiting for you at the

I quickly got on the Uber. I felt very nervous throughout the entire journey,

same spot.

Finally, I arrived at the café's entrance. I opened the car door and quickly ran over to the private detective. He was still dressed the same way, but this time, he looked even more casual

evidence? Give them to me!" I demanded, my voice trembling with emotion. I didn't have the patience to sit down, so I stood by the He repeatedly tapped his fingers on his cup, signaling me not to rush things. "Actually, you should've expected who this murderer is. After you told me about your

on investigating a few

didn't keep talking. He

I reached into my bag, took out a check, and placed it on the table. However, I still held it down with my fingers. "You have to let me see some proof before

payment. There's no such thing as backing out of a deal in our

sat up straight. He said, "Ms. Wiley,

your boss right now," I retorted, refusing

Grandma's affairs, I would always be more

were. We simply stared

up the price

he was scamming me. Finally, I couldn't he the last minute. I'm not sure if

impresses me.

couldn't find the surveillance

e of your ap

I checked the road's surveillance footage." That night, all the lights were on. On the road outside my apartment, a familiar figure looked around before slipping into