"We have found the woman who caused trouble in the cafe." The person on the other side said, "She confessed that she was acting under someone's orders."
"Who is it?" Abel asked in a low voice.
"A middle-aged man," he said, "But he is not the real mastermind behind it."
"Don't keep me guessing." Abel said, "Who is the mastermind behind it?"
"Madam Steiner," he said.
"Is it her?" Abel took a deep breath of smoke and squinted his eyes.
"What should we do next?" the man from the Private Investigation Team asked.
Abel blew a smoke ring, saying, "Make that fat woman admit to malicious slander, withdraw the report, and the cafe will reopen."
"It has been done." he said, "The Health Department will go through the procedures tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, the cafe can reopen."
"Let those few women," Abel said, "Go there again when we open and apologize live on air."
"Yes, Mr. Abel," he said, "I will arrange it properly."
"Also." Abel took a puff of smoke and asked, "Have you found the vehicle responsible for the last car accident?"
"I'm going to report this to you." He said, "The vehicle involved in the accident is a scrapped car, and the license plate number is also fake. The transportation department and our team are currently investigating the driver."
"I want to be informed of any updates."
"Yes, sir."
Abel ended the call.
The cafe could reopen, which was good news.
Although the cafe was not a big deal, it was Emmeline's favorite livelihood.
As long as she liked it, it was a top priority.
But this time, Michaela was behind the drama, which was infuriating.
And the reason was not simple.
It was obvious that Michaela was seeking revenge on Emmeline for the sake of her daughter.
Abel crushed the cigarette butt fiercely, his eyes filled with coldness.
Returning to the master bedroom, Emmeline was still asleep.
Abel lay beside her, holding her tightly and dozed off for a while.
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