His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1264 The Truth About Lance's Death

It had been a few days since Bernard hadn't heard from Rachel. He missed her voice so much.

"You called me just in time. I was about to send you something first. It's an audio record of the

conversation between Miranda and her lover. They talked about the details and truth of Lance's death.

Miranda is the murderer."

On the other end of the line, Rachel was shocked. She had never expected that Bernard had found a

surprisingly big evidence. In fact, she only wanted to take a shot when she first called him.

"Really? Send it to me!" Rachel exclaimed. A few minutes later, Bernard sent her the audio clip.

After she opened and listened to the voice recording, she found that the female voice in it was truly

Miranda's.

This audio record would not only save Holley, but also the whole company.

However, Rachel suddenly thought of something else.

What she really wanted to do was solve the company's issue. Thus, why didn't she find the quickest

way to save her company?

If she chose to save Holley, Holley could help her reassure their clients and dissuade them from not

investing. However, saving Holley required lots of effort. What was worse, this plan wasn't that efficient

and did not guarantee perfect results.

After having thought about it for a while, Rachel decided to use the evidence's benefits to its maximum.

She made up her mind, and took action at once.

Her hand grabbed the mobile phone in her pocket and then dialed Lance's wife, who immediately

picked up her call.

"Hello, is this Mrs. Zhan?"

When Miranda heard a woman's soft and sweet voice from the other end of the line, she felt that it was

strange. Usually, she thought that such a call was from one of Lance's terrible love affairs. However, his

very death reminded that such a thing was impossible. "Who is this?"

"I'm Rachel Bai. I think you know me well, right? After all, you almost succeeded in framing me up and

putting me in jail."

After Miranda heard Rachel's words, she hung up the phone at once. She felt guilty and frantically

stared at her phone, as if the thing in her hand was not a phone but a time bomb.

'How did Rachel find it out? Does she get the crucial evidence? Or she was just bluffing me into her

trap?'

All kinds of anxious thoughts filled up Miranda's mind, and she felt even worse.

She suddenly regretted hanging up the call before she could've tried to extract any information Rachel

knew. If Rachel did have the evidence and handed it to the police…

The mere thought of it sent Miranda to a frenzy. She racked her brains and tried to remember if she

had left any trails, but to no avail. She thought that she had been careful enough to be cautious of

everything in the crime, so she began to suspect if any of her trusted subordinates had betrayed her.

Meanwhile, Rachel wasn't angry when Miranda suddenly hung up. She casually opened her computer

instead, and copied the video and audio record files Bernard had sent her to a folder. All of these were

crucial evidences.

A few minutes later, her phone rang as she had expected. A smug smile stretched on her lips.

"Mrs. Zhan, you are available to talk to me now, right?" Rachel was relaxed as she leisurely reclined on

her chair.

"Well, what do you want to talk about? I don't think we have anything to talk about. I don't even know

you. Why did you call me then? What do you want?"

On the other hand, Miranda tried her best to sound calm.

"Really? Let me give you a hint. What about Mr. Zhan's accident and his death? Is this a great topic to

start with?" The words from Rachel's lips dripped with satisfaction. She was like a sly cat that breezily

toyed with a cornered mouse.

Miranda's heart thumped as she subtly felt how dangerous this call was. "I don't understand what you

are talking about. I feel sorry for my husband's death. The murderer has been put into jail, and I'm

grateful for this result. But all of these have nothing with you, Ms. Bai. You'd better mind your own

business."

"You are really humorous, but I'd like to offer my disagreement about this.

Anyway, Mr. Zhan and I had a very good relationship, did I put it right?

Besides, you forged the monitor video to frame up my partner. She is still in jail. Do you still think these

have nothing with me?" Rachel calmly stated.

She rested by the French window as she casually talked to Miranda like they were old friends.

It began to rain outside, and the water droplets made tapping sounds on the window. The rain came

down harder, and the view outside the window became foggy. Inside, however, was warm and dry.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

When Rachel looked out the window, some lights were turned on, but they soon went out. Such a rainy

night usually made Rachel feel downcast, but she was happy and delighted now. It was like a

dandelion had grown inside her heart, and the wind blew and spread its seeds of joy all over her chest.

She was overwhelmed by a boatload of problems, but she didn't worry about those now. 'Miranda

should be the one feeling trapped now, ' she thought with a smile.

After quite a while of silence, Miranda spoke again. "I don't know about the fake video you were talking

about. And I'm not interested about the relationship between you and my husband. After all, he has

passed away. His history is gone with him now." However, Miranda didn't sound confident when she

said those words. It was like she tried to defend or convince herself that those were true.

"Haw-haw!" Rachel sneered, which irritated Miranda to the core. But no matter how much Miranda got

irritated, she knew well that things had turned around for the worse.

"I didn't expect that Mrs. Zhan is also a good actor. You want to play this with me? Alright, that's fine by

me! But I guarantee that you must be interested in this audio record. Let me play the record for you."

Before Miranda could even respond, Rachel put her phone over her computer's speaker, and started

the audio clip.

Miranda was a bit surprised when she heard her and her lover's pleased sounds, but she kept calm.

Such a secret affair was only a scandal material anyway, and not crucial evidence that could put her

behind bars. However, what came next was not what she had expected.

"Since your husband is dead, shall we stop such a secret date from now on? After all the internal funds

of Silver Corporation are transferred into our foreign account, we can settle down abroad and enjoy our

happy days."

Every word of Miranda's lover was clear over the phone, which filled Miranda with horror. Her body

trembled with fear as she knew where this conversation went next.

Her mind screamed "stop!" as panic rushed in every fiber of her being. 'Shut up! Stop! That's enough!'

she mentally cried out. But how could Rachel stop it now?

When Miranda heard her own voice, she felt as if two invisible hands had strangled her throat. She

struggled to shout for help, but failed. The very familiar voice shut her into a wild world with a deadly

silence, where she could only hear her own heavy breath.

"Yeah! Finally! Finally he died! I guess that he never expected that I would kill him. Haw-haw! Do you

know what is the funniest part? When he was about to die, he still thought that I was the stupid

housewife who was blindly in love with him. What a fool!"

Her voice in the audio clip was laced with such a joyful satisfaction, but her tone was also oddly

twisted.

The record was still playing, but the sound had drowned out into a blur, until it was completely gone in

her blank mind.

After a long time of silence, Rachel pressed the space key to stop the record and patiently waited for

Miranda's answer.