Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 42

I was thrilled. I turned on the Bluetooth, exported all the contacts and their phone numbers from the

device, imported them into my new phone, then deleted the export record.

The gallery in this phone was squeaky clean, not a single photo.

There were just a few friends on his WhatsApp, and most didn't have any chat history, except for one

nicknamed AzureEnchantress, who was pinned to the top.

From the chat history, it seemed they were in frequent touch, but oddly, all I could see were timestamps

and texts like, "The usual place, I'll be there later," suggesting they mostly arranged to meet and didn't

chat much here.

I checked their meeting schedule, and it seemed they met weekly, although at irregular times.

Opening AzureEnchantress' profile revealed nothing.

I took a screenshot of her WhatsApp profile and saved it on my phone. Then, I zoomed in on her profile

picture, which was a digital drawing of a blue flower, drawn with refined and graceful strokes. Its

vibrant, clear blue color was soothing to the eye, probably what people refer to as Klein blue.

Despite not being able to determine its gender, I guessed that AzureEnchantress must be a woman.

There was an active group in the WhatsApp directory that caught my eye, named "High-rollers

Hangout."

This group was quite conspicuous in the directory, with thousands of unread messages indicating its

activity.

I assumed it was a group for up-and-coming entrepreneurs in Goldenvale Town, but the chat history

suggested otherwise. It was filled with all sorts of off-color jokes and nonsense — exactly the kind of

lowbrow humor that Jaylan would enjoy.

To my surprise, I found AzureEnchantress in the group, and she was the group admin.

Curious, I took a screenshot of the group member list.

The chat history kept increasing, and I didn't have the patience to keep reading. After a quick scan, I

exited.

Disdainfully, I muttered to myself, "What a bunch of rabble!"

I then opened the text messages and was shocked to see that they were all from various banks. I

checked one by one, and they were all transaction records.

A few were for large sums of money, and I didn't understand where the money was going. The

receiver's address was in a foreign language, so I quickly took a screenshot.

Could it be a foreign bank?

What was strange was the infrequency of incoming transactions. Most were outgoing, and the account

balance was always quite low after each transaction.

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My heart began to race. A sense of impending doom washed over me.

I checked the other apps, but there was nothing valuable, so I quickly turned off the phone and put it

back where I found it.

I then meticulously searched the car again, even looking under the seats, but couldn't find the

documents Daniel had given him. They must have been taken to his study.

I rushed out of the car and back up to the house, heading straight for the study.

I was confident they wouldn't wake up anytime soon.

There were no new documents on the desk.

I looked for his keys, thinking that if the documents were important to him, he would have locked them

up.

The hidden compartment in the statue was empty, and the keys were nowhere to be found. I regretted

not checking the drawers when the power was out.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and thought about all the places he could have put the keys.

I couldn't think of any other places. Had he not left them at home?

But if he brought the documents home and they weren't in the car, they had to be in the study, and the

keys would naturally be in the house.

But I had checked all the possible places. Where could he have put such a large set of keys...?

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in my head. A large set of keys...

I rushed to the desk, grabbed the pen holder, and dumped everything out onto the table. Finally, a

small golden key clinked onto the surface.

Bingo!

I grabbed the key, walked around the desk, and headed for the second drawer on the right. I inserted

the key, turned it, and the drawer opened.