The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 245

A bold suspicion took root in Citrine's mind.

Maybe Uncle Manley's car accident had something to do with Phelps.

But why was he so sure Raymond was behind it? What kind of evidence did Uncle Manley have?

As night deepened, Citrine scrolled through her contacts, found the Havencrest Detective Agency group chat, and fired off a message.

Replies came in almost instantly.

"Boss! You've been MIA for ages-we've been waiting on pins and needles."

"Boss, hang on, I'll get on it right away."

An hour later, a notification popped up: someone had sent a video. Citrine tapped it open immediately.

The setting was instantly familiar. She recognized it at once as the Manley family's underground garage. The place was empty, until a man in a black tracksuit and baseball cap suddenly slipped in from the shadows. His face was hidden behind a mask, his movements furtive as he crept toward the car Manley drove most often.

He pulled a set of keys from his pocket and effortlessly unlocked the car. After making sure he was alone, he quickly tampered with the brakes, then slipped away as quietly as he'd come.

the screen, her gaze fixed-there was something

it hit her. Her

That was

another message

took less than half an hour for

is definitely connected to Phelps. Over the past two years, Phelps wired him almost

day of the crash, the driver just happened to take the day

waiting ages for a transplant, no match in sight.

expression turning grim. "Look

a full report on

file, her brows knitting

Interesting.

from Leila, the Jensen family was full of

power struggle. For the past two years, they'd been sabotaging each other

but Elbert had always made it clear he had no intention of handing his shares over to either

logic, both men stood to gain from Elbert's

been so insistent about getting Vitaflux from

died, wouldn't that actually work out in