Chapter 88
Jensen shot Benjamin a look, his dark eyes filled with a chilling coldness. “Mr. Forrester, do you know why your business deal fell through p>
Benjamin’s face darkened. “That was you p>
“Next time, it won’t be just a lost contract.” With a deliberate shove of his shoulder, Jensen pushed past Benjamin and walked inside.
Benjamin was momentarily stunned by the sheer menace in Jensen’s eyes, but he quickly recovered. He watched as Jensen walked away, just in time to see Marcus Ford emerge from the restaurant. The two men shook hands warmly.
It was confirmed. Jensen was the one who had sabotaged his deal. But how could
a pretty boy like him have the power to make Marcus abandon a prize like the Forrester Group?
Unless… Jensen wasn’t just connected to the Hawthorne family. What if he worked for them?
Rebekah had been in the hospital for several days. Benjamin hadn’t visited once, simply hiring a nurse to look after her. She didn’t care.
Jensen had asked to see her a few times, but she had declined. For one, he didn’t know she was in the hospital, and she didn’t want him to worry. More importantly, she didn’t want to drag him into her mess. Benjamin was capable of anything.
Her leg had healed enough that she could walk with crutches. One afternoon, her private investigator called.
“Miss Fletcher, I have a lead on the hit-and-run case you asked me to investigate from four months ago p>
Rebekah immediately left the
hospital. She met the investigator at a quiet bar and sat down opposite him. He was a man in his thirties, dressed in black casual wear with, dark gray baseball cap pulled low
“Mr. Wilde.” Rebekah nodded for him to begin.
Mason Wilde cut straight to the chase. “Four months ago, you were arrested for a fatal hit-and-run that occurred the day you drove your car. The investigation confirmed the car that struck the victim was yours, and you were the only one who had used it that day. With multiple lines of evidence pointing to you, the police charged you. However, there was no surveillance footage at the scene, and you’ve always maintained your innocence. So, I looked into the person who provided the false testimony against you p>
He slid a photograph across the table. Rebekah picked it up. It was a young
woman.
“Her name is Liza. My investigation shows she left The Capital right after you were imprisoned. She was a local her whole life was here it
makes no sense for her to just pack up and move without a frace. Something isn’t right p>
Rebekah knew. Benjamin was behind this. She looked at Mason. “I know who framed me. What I need is proof. I’m counting on you p>
Mason nodded. “You paid me for a job, and I’ll see it through. Don’t worry.” He pocketed the photo, his gaze falling to her leg. “Miss Fletcher, your leg p>
Rebekah managed a small smile. “It’s nothing. Thank you for your concern p>
Mason said no more, bidding her farewell and leaving the bar. The moment he was outside, he pulled out his phone.
“Mr. Hawthorne, I’ve updated Miss Fletcher on the situation. But it looks like she’s been injured p>