Chapter 80 That’ll Make It
Easier For Me To Kill Her
“The car in front of us…” The driver frowned, murmuring to himself.
Ryder’s employees were naturally more vigilant than most. Renee got worried and glanced over. “What’s up?”
“I swear I’ve seen that car before,” he said, his voice low.
She followed his gaze to a black Mercedes gliding down the road. The model wasn’t flashy, but the license plate–77777–stood out like a sore thumb. No wonder it caught his attention.
“Follow it,” she said firmly.
Whether or not something was off, she had to know for sure. Peace of mind was worth the trouble.
“Got it,” he said without missing a beat.
The driver’s expertise was evident–tailing cars was second nature to Ryder’s crew. No wonder Renee hadn’t noticed anyone shadowing her for so long.
They eased out of the busy city streets. Renee’s brow tightened as the landscape became all too familiar. This road led to the Mitchell family’s mansion.
The farther they went, the heavier the knot in her chest grew. She clenched her hands, uneasy.
“The car stopped up ahead,” the driver said, his tone calm but alert.
Renee’s gaze sharpened as the Mercedes slid into the Mitchell estate’s front yard. Her eyes turned icy. “Looks like they came home.”
Renee pulled out her phone and made a call. It connected quickly, and a respectful voice greeted her. “Ms. Carter, how can I assist you?”
“I’m sending you a license plate number,” she said sharply. “Find out who owns that
car. More importantly, track its route the day Felix was hit. I need results fast.”
Ending the call, she leaned back, her thoughts a tangled mess. If a Mitchell was behind Felix’s accident, who was it? And did William know?
Her phone buzzed suddenly, slicing through the tense silence. Heart racing, she answered immediately, hoping for answers even though it was too soon.
The call was from the police station instead, likely about Sylvia’s interrogation.
“Ms. Carter, there’s a complication,” the officer began. “Someone’s come forward with strong backing for Sylvia, pushing to get her released. The two kidnappers have also changed their statements. They now claim they kidnapped your son for ransom and that Sylvia wasn’t involved. We can’t hold her any longer without other evidence.”
“You actually believe that?” Renee’s voice was sharp with disbelief. “I just got back to Tofral. How would they have even known about me? And even if they did, why would they take such a huge risk kidnapping my son?”
Renee drew a steadying breath, her tone turning cold. “Who’s trying to get her out?”
“Look,” the officer evaded her question and admitted reluctantly, “we really want to help, but there’s not enough evidence. The call records don’t directly tie her to the kidnapping. We also reviewed the kidnappers‘ financial transactions–there’s no link to her either. And now the higher–ups are pressuring us. If we don’t release her, we’ll be in trouble.”
“Then release her!” Renee’s voice cut through, sharp and furious. “That’s what you’re saying, right? Fine! I’ll handle it myself!”
“I’m really sorry… There’s nothing else we can do. Her lawyer is already here.” the officer stammered nervously.
Renee let out a cold, humorless laugh.
“Someone’s pulling strings for her? Perfect. That’ll make it easier for me to kill her.”
The officer’s breath caught. A bead of sweat slid down his temple as he fumbled to end the call, panic seeping into his voice.
It wasn’t every day someone threatened murder straight to a policeman’s face. But then again, this was Renee–the woman his superiors had warned him not to cross.
As sweat dampened his back, one thing became painfully clear: ordinary people like him were powerless against someone like her.
