Mysterious Mr.Richard

Someone was Obviously Behind It

It was some random accident. Someone obviously planned it. Alexander sobered up immediately when

he saw Pearl being dragged into the alley even if he had drunk a lot that day.

The usually bustling street was completely and eerily vacant. Just one single car was parked at the

entrance of the alley.

At that moment, he felt that the person sitting in the car was like the Grim Reaper.

To do such a thing to a twenty-year-old girl was even worse than killing her off.

Due to darkness of the night and the rain, he easily avoided the car and went undiscovered.

"This is the photo I took that day. The car is parked right at the alley entrance. At that time, I thought

that all I could do was to help you retain some of the evidence, but then..."

"Then what?"

Ethan had told her that what happened in the past was definitely more complicated than they'd thought.

It wasn't something that could be done by an ordinary man.

And now Alexander's photo proved it.

There was obviously someone behind all this.

"Then, I intended to investigate the car owner, so I asked a friend who worked in the Vehicle

Administrative Office. The same afternoon, he called and warned me to not investigate any further."

"Then what happened?" Pearl said nervously.

"I then asked other friends to help me. The next day, I was told that my application to the job in uni had

failed. There was also something problems with my Ph.D. screening."

Alexander was a year ahead of Pearl. Seven years ago, he had just graduated, and received a

recommendation to work in the uni while continuing his Ph.D. He had a bright future at that time.

Sure enough, his career and Ph.D. were miles important to him than that accident. .

What Alexander said then were all within Pearl's expectation.

"I then asked the friend of Vehicle Administrative Office that what was going on. He told me that I had

offended someone." Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Alexander had been the Director of the school's Public Relations and Communications Department,

and he was no idiot. He didn't mention anything about that rainy night to his friend.

"After that, I said that I'd give up on the investigation, and it was then that things went back to normal."

He lowered his head, looking at the glass of water. His uneasiness was apparent. He then said in a

hapless voice, "Pearl, I'm just a normal man. I just tried to keep myself out of trouble."

Selfishness was human nature.

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, asking, "So, you couldn't find out who sat in that car?"

Alexander shook his head.

Ever since those things happened, he no longer dared to talk about the license plate. He decided to

bring the secret to his grave, unless he was insane enough to ruin his life.

"Have you ever told this to anyone else except for me?"

"No," he hurriedly shook his head, "I've never told anyone, even Jeanette, I swear."

Pearl then took a picture of his phone screen and saved the blurry image, "You can delete this photo

now. It has nothing to do with you. No one will trouble you in the future."

He nodded in hesitation, "Pearl, are you still going to investigate it?"

"I'm not a bystander. This is my life. I can't live like this for the rest of my life. I have to figure it out."

She put away her phone and calmed down, "Alexander, thanks for telling me all this today."

"I don't blame you for what happened that year." After a few seconds of pause, she said.

Hearing this, Alexander pulled up the corners of his mouth with a reluctant look, "Thank you."

No man was willing to show his weakness in front of a woman. The more success and confidence

Alexander had in school, the more depressed and tortured he was ever since that night happened. The

guilt weighed down on him as a self-proclaimed righteous and virtuous man.

Neither of them was in the mood to continue the dinner. Alexander took his leave first, saying that he

had something to deal with at school.

After he left, Pearl was still staring at the photo on her phone. The license plate was blurry, but she

could still make out the figures.

Not before long, a man sat opposite from her and said: "Let me have a look."

As she looked up, Ethan had already taken the phone from her.

"When did you come?"

"Before you did." He looked at the photo, "I sat behind you just now, and I literally heard everything."

She frowned. Looking at Ethan studying the photo, she then asked, "How much of his words do you

think is true?"

Ethan touched his chin, "We would know after we investigate it."

Then he made a call, "It's me. I need your help, Rickey."

...

"The owner of the license plate may have changed in the past years. I want to know the identity of its

owner seven years ago, around June or July."

Within just a few minutes, he'd even thought of the possibility of car ownership changing.

"Aren't you afraid of the news getting out by letting someone investigate like this?" After he hung up the

call, Pearl asked.

Back then, Alexander began to face many troubles the next day when he tried to investigate it.

Ethan stuffed a grape into his mouth. He said calmly, "It's best if we could get someone to make their

move. I'm the one who did this investigation. If that person can do something to me, then the range of

our target will also be narrowed down."

"Let's just be more careful."

"Don't worry. Rickey is reliable. Alexander was also smart as he didn't mention what he saw to his

friend. That's why he could live in peace so many years."

Suddenly, a Whatsapp message popped up on his phone.

"Rickey's message." He swiped the screen of the phone.

"What did he say?" Pearl asked hurriedly.

Ethan's usually cynical face suddenly turned serious, "You should see it yourself."

He then gave his phone to her.

When she saw the details of the car owner sent by Rickey, she paled.

The car was an asset of Zellweger Group.