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?

Nancy want him to see it? Had she already given up on him by then? Stricken with panic, Cyrus quickly pulled out his

into the Robertson family's system. I

Nancy, not only would she never forgive him, but he

moving black car, Baldrick stared at his phone's blank screen, a mocking smile on his otherwise composed

wasn't physically in Ardenweald, he was well

at the dinner party, even going so far as to

of this, amusement and a cold detachment

was cunning, sure, but Baldrick doubted Cyrus was

happier it made him. Less competition meant

relish the thought,

was thrown forward, barely managing to grasp the handle in time to avoid

Robertson, someone just jumped in front

driver's words, Baldrick's gaze shifted to the

the car's hood, was a man looking utterly exhausted,

surprise crossed Baldrick's

was a vibrant, carefree