The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow by Helena R. Bates

Chapter 199

Baldrick listened as Cyrus spoke, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm. "Asking about the surveillance footage now? Don't you think that's a bit too late?"

Cyrus' brow furrowed tightly, his grip on the phone intensifying. "What are you implying with that?" "It's been almost a month. Those videos got auto-deleted ages ago," Baldrick taunted.

Cyrus wasn't buying it for a second. "Do you really think I just met you yesterday? Anyone might delete footage, but not you, Baldrick."

With Baldrick's cunning nature, if there was a way to get his hands on a video from a month ago or even three years ago-he'd find it.

There was a brief silence on the line before Baldrick chuckled. "But this time, I actually did. After all, someone doesn't want you to see it."

"Baldrick, who doesn't want me to see it?" Cyrus felt a strange, unexplainable panic rising within him. "You guess," Baldrick sneered, "I've got other matters to attend to, so I'll leave you to ponder that."

And with that, Baldrick hung up, not giving Cyrus a chance to retort.

Hearing the dial tone, Cyrus could no longer contain his frustration and swore under his breath. Baldrick's words echoed in his mind: After all, someone doesn't want you to see it.

Who was this someone? Nancy?

on him by then? Stricken with panic, Cyrus

a way to hack into the Robertson family's system. I need to know

truly misunderstood Nancy, not only would she never forgive

his phone's blank screen, a

Ardenweald, he was well aware of

at the dinner

of this, amusement and a cold

Cyrus was

the happier it made him. Less competition meant he

before Baldrick could fully relish the thought, the car screeched to a sudden

the handle in

"Mr. Robertson, someone just jumped in front

Baldrick's gaze shifted to

hood, was a man looking utterly exhausted, his

of surprise crossed Baldrick's eyes.

Norton he remembered was a vibrant, carefree playboy, now reduced to