Chapter 307

William Rubenstein lay on the hospital bed, his forehead wrapped in bloodstained bandages, his face dark with fury.

"Adrian Roland?!"

He slammed his palm against the bed frame, rattling the IV stand. "When did she get involved with Adrian again?"

The two fake policemen shrank back. One stammered, "Mr. Rubenstein, we don't know. We were halfway through questioning when Adrian showed up. His glare was like a knife—we had to leave before we got exposed."

"Useless!" William spat. "That bitch didn't say a word?"

"Not a damn thing. She'd rather pay compensation than reveal who the man was."

William suddenly grinned, his expression chilling. "Interesting."

"So... do we keep investigating that guy?"

"Of course!" William yanked the IV needle from his hand, his face contorted with rage. "I won't take two beatings for nothing. Once we find that helmet-wearing bastard, I'll drag him straight to Adrian. They say Adrian shows no mercy—let's see how he deals with his wife's lover!"

"But... all we have is that wound on his right hand..."

"Check every hospital! A wound that severe can't be treated at home." William's eyes narrowed. "Focus on Victor Valence. The more I think about it, the more it feels like him."

"Yes, Mr. Rubenstein."

"And that bastard Victor Lefèvre—still no sign of him?"

The two exchanged uneasy glances. "Vanished into thin air..."

William waved them off impatiently. "Forget him for now. Go find that man!"

——

Penny Anderson gripped the steering wheel, stealing glances at the rearview mirror.

On the way there, her boss had been in a frantic hurry. Now, he sat in the backseat like a ghost, eyes closed, silent.

The oppressive atmosphere made her hair stand on end.

"Penny."

The sudden voice from the backseat startled her.

"Yes, Mr. Roland?"

Adrian kept his eyes closed. "Let me ask you something."

"Go ahead..." She swallowed hard. "But could you not use that tone? It sounds like you're about to fire me."

He slowly opened his eyes, rubbing his temples. "Can broken glass... ever be whole again?"

"Of course!" Penny perked up immediately. "Once I find that bastard, I'll tie him up like a mummy!"

"You don't hate him for leaving without a word?"

"I do! That's why I'll beat him up first, then ask for an explanation!"

Adrian chuckled.

"Why are you laughing? At my stupidity?"

"Stupidity is good." He turned to the window. "Your boyfriend doesn't know how lucky he is."

Penny nodded vigorously. "Exactly!"

As the car entered the underground garage, she suddenly remembered something. "Oh, Mr. Roland, we received an unfamiliar wire transfer this morning. The sender claimed they bought a used Porsche."

"Refund it." Adrian frowned. "Must be a mistake."

"But the sender insists it's correct." Penny hesitated. "They said the payment was meant for StarShi's account first, but it couldn't go through..."

Adrian's head snapped up.

"I checked. The primary recipient was StarShi, and our company was secondary." She treaded carefully. "Could it be... Ms. Valentine sold the car?"

"She doesn't drive."

"Then... did you buy a car under her name before?"

Adrian shot her a cold look. "Do I look like someone who needs to sell cars for money?"

"No, no!" She waved her hands frantically. "It's just strange—someone connected to both you and Ms. Valentine, who could afford a Porsche..."

"Flood-damaged car." Adrian cut her off. "Four years ago, the basement garage was completely submerged."

Penny gasped. "That whole garage of luxury cars..."

"I was in the hospital. Didn't see it." His tone was flat. "By the time I was discharged, everything had been cleared out."

Tens of thousands in unpaid balances...

A used Porsche...

Adrian's eyes darkened.

"Contact that buyer." He stood abruptly. "Now."