Chapter 136

After the call, Christian planned to drive to the café. However, as he sat in the driver’s seat, he remembered that the traffic cops had detained his driver’s license. With a frown, he dialed his driver’s number.

“This is the fastest I can go, Mr. Christian! If I go any faster than this, I’ll get into trouble!” Even though they had only been on the road for ten minutes, the driver repeated himself for the umpteenth time.

Christian clearly wasn’t pleased with what he heard. He pursed his lips and furrowed his brows as he looked at his watch.

Fifteen minutes later, they reached the café.

Christian stepped out of the car and into the café, his steps quicker than usual. The driver quickly followed.

“Wait for me in the car,” Christian stopped and said.

The driver gave a light hum and returned to his car, puzzled. Christian had always let the driver follow him wherever he went, but today he did the opposite. The driver began to wonder if Christian had come to the café for an under-the-table issue.

Christian entered the café and, under the glare of the waitress, walked straight to the man wearing a baseball cap in the corner.

He approached the man and asked, “Where’s the thing?”

“Don’t be so anxious, Mr. Thatcher,” Michael said, pointing to the seat across from him. “Please take a seat first. The problem appears to be more complicated than you believe.”

Hearing that, Christian took the seat in front of Michael.

you a lot, Mr. Thatcher?” Michael

waitress came over. Smilingly, she asked, “Sirs, what would

Extra sugar, please,” Michael

order, the waitress then turned

paper bag, he suddenly stopped

taking the orders, the waitress returned to the coffee bar and quickly delivered a cup of cappuccino and latte. She did not,

the face of the paper bag containing the accident’s evidence. “Do you have anything

could…” The waitress’ face was flushed. She gathered her courage

Christian replied without even a slight

say anything further, he quickly continued, “We

She

was surprised by what had happened. She’s a pretty

the side before opening the paper bag and removing the

did you order the coffee if you’re not going to drink it?” Michael took

Christian’s face darkened as he flipped through the papers and extracted the other contents of the

and indignant expression as he placed his cappuccino

continued, “Let me make a guess. I suspect that the red sports car Miss

hers.” Christian furrowed his brows and unbuttoned his collar while saying, “The model, car plate number,

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