Silly Bride novel (Winnie and Xavier)

Chapter 192

Josiah’s car was already waiting outside when Winnie emerged from the Xenhall residence.

She opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat before syncing her phone with the car’s Bluetooth function and sharing the location on her phone on the display screen.

She said to Josiah, “Follow this car. He’s a private investigator that I hired.”

“Okay.” Josiah glanced at the screen. “I’m on it. How is Xavier, by the way?”

“He’s sleeping soundly. Nothing serious. But I can’t guarantee he’ll call us once he wakes up. Remember to silence your phone after catching up with Yolanda. It’ll ruin everything if your phone suddenly rings later.”

Josiah nodded. “You have a point. I’ll do as you say.”

Winnie grunted, and the pair did not speak further as they followed the car ahead.

Around ten minutes later, a major traffic accident happened.

A collision of five cars had caused the traffic to come to a standstill.

“What’s going on?” Josiah smacked the steering wheel impatiently. “It would take at least half an hour to take another way. If we don’t, who knows how long more we’ll be stuck for? We are getting further and further away from your private investigator.”

Winnie gazed at the two points on the screen. They were stuck and unmoving while the other red dot was accelerating ahead.

“Let’s take another way. Who knows when the accident ahead will be taken care of. This is a rare opportunity we must not miss out on.”

Because of the slight hiccup, Winnie’s private investigator had already arrived at the destination when they finally got back on track.

“Spa Village?” Josiah took the opportunity to enlarge the map for a closer look when the traffic light turned red. He could not resist a chortle when he saw the location. “Hah! Yolanda sure knows how to pick a spot. A motel like this is unlike your typical hotel. There are almost no surveillance cameras. I wonder who she’s going to meet.”

“I’ve no idea.” Winnie frowned. “They might be one of ours for all her secrecy. Otherwise, she wouldn’t need to meet them in the dark like that.”

“Good point,” Josiah muttered. “We just don’t know who it is.”

“Who cares?” Winnie narrowed her eyes, sounding grim. “We must catch them in the act today.”

“But,” Josiah protested, dashing her hopes, “he had a head start. They might have already met long ago while we were still stuck on the way.”

“Be that as it may, we still have somebody powerful on our side. Don’t forget that.”

Just as Winnie said those words, the traffic ahead cleared up miraculously. Not only that, but they did not encounter a single red light throughout the rest of their journey.

Josiah sped up, as it was smooth along the way. The estimated time of thirty minutes needed to complete the journey only took ten for them.

Josiah gave Winnie a thumbs up after he parked the car. “Your luck is incredible.”

“Oh, please, you were the one who drove. Who’s to say it wasn’t your luck? We’re heading in. Don’t forget to put your phone on silent.”

After Winnie spoke, she took out her phone and silenced it.

It was at that moment that she realized that the private investigator had suddenly stopped sharing his location with her.

She sent him a question mark at once but received no reply.

Josiah noticed the sudden change and could not resist asking, “He couldn’t have been found out, could he?”

Winnie frowned. “I’m even suspecting that his phone has

eyes to recall the private

and take a look. From the looks of the photo he sent

responded. “Your

just finding that out now?” she said as

her phone

Josiah

announced while raising her phone. “It’s a video call from the private

must have asked him who he works for. Based on how things look, your private investigator has not yet

actual identity, anyway. Even the number I used

now? Should we answer

she wants,” Winnie said and covered the front camera with her hand before answering

was a fat yet haggard face as soon as the call connected. It was the

holding the phone, but it was also apparent that he was forced to make that call as there was a cold glint of a thin, long silver needle

the voice of the owner of the needle rang out. It

show yourself? Your man has been caught in the act. Who are you? Why did you

to which

to speak, are you?” Yolanda grew impatient after waiting several seconds. “It seems you’re in a bamboo forest. You must be close by. I’ll give you five minutes. If you don’t show up by then, my needle will not be diplomatic. I’m sure you must have had me investigated since you took the time to follow me. You should also know that silver needles are my weapons. The five-minute countdown

Winnie furrowed her brows.

“Her needlework is formidable; I have once been on the receiving end. She might be capable of harming the private investigator. Why don’t we

had her reservations. She was still unsure if only Yolanda and the private investigator were

end of the world to surrender now. If, however,

on the phone screen before the video call

of each tap was different,

communication method known as

Winnie relayed the most succinct question to the private investigator

composure

understanding the situation, Winnie

in it when I was in school and have dabbled in it. Although I didn’t understand the question you sent, I understood the private investigator’s answer. I think he told you ‘yes,’ am I

Winnie confirmed. “I asked if he had been alone with Yolanda the whole time, and he said

have come to meet with someone, and she discovered your private

but we must also rescue

Aren’t we shooting ourselves in the

a deep breath. “I don’t like to admit it, but the fact remains. Let’s go. We’ll talk further

managed to take a few steps when the phone

a video call this time, so Winnie

from the other end. “Two minutes have passed, and you only have a hundred and eighty seconds left. I advise you to hurry up.

generosity for granted? Hah. That’s a bold

say anything. Instead, she

arrived at the little wooden house with a minute of the time allocated by Yolanda to

now?” Josiah asked Winnie quietly. “Do we barge

in this together. Your exposure would mean mine too. I’ll go around the back. There must be windows

for windows? Are we going to

a joke,

to know

even tugged her arm. “Are you

“Do I look like I’m

go. I’m a man, at

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