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

it hit her. Her eyes

course. That was Uncle Manley's

typed another message

half an hour for a

connected to Phelps. Over the past two years, Phelps wired him almost eight million dollars, all before

to take

was born with a heart defect. She'd been waiting ages for a transplant, no match in sight. But the day after Manley's accident,

turning grim. "Look into the Jensens." "On

wasn't long before a full report on the Jensen

file, her brows

Interesting.

was full

For the past two years, they'd

had always made it clear he had no intention of handing his

logic, both men stood to

been so

wouldn't that actually work out