My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris) novel Chapter 303

And this group of private detectives was a group of people who were later re-recruited.

They were good at their craft and did their work cleanly.

If it wasn't for the fact that Tristan was Mandy's husband, she wouldn't have had to go through all the trouble.

But no matter what, she had to go and interrogate Tristan herself to find out who was behind the murder.

The car drove all the way to its destination.

Because of the early morning, the road was clear, and she was extremely fast, arriving at her destination in half an hour.

However, without waiting for Vivian to get out of the car, a phone call came in.

Vivian answered the phone with her Bluetooth headset on, "What's up?"

"It's not good, Tristan has been robbed."

The person on the other side said.

Vivian was listening to the man's words when she abruptly saw a car coming out of the corner, extremely fast, coming head-on with its headlights on.

She was so frightened that she immediately turned the car to the side of the road, one that told her straight away that this car was the person who had hijacked Tristan.

"Was it a black car?"

She glanced through the rear view mirror and caught a glimpse of the tail number of the car's license plate, "Tail number 73 is it?"

"Yes, yes, yes, how did you know?"

"I just happened to meet it."

Vivian immediately hung up the phone, a perfect drift, turn the car around, then towards the car in front.

The car in front was fast, and so was Vivian's speed.

It just kept following the car in front of it, from the wide highway to the suburban side roads, and finally came to a halt at the entrance of a car repair.

Vivian wore a cap and carried an electric baton in her hand and got out directly.

But when she walked up to the car in front of her, swiftly, the dark doorway suddenly lit up with incandescent lights, illuminating the front as bright as day.

A dozen people then hooted and hollered and gathered around her.

"Who the hell are you?" Vivian questioned in a masculine voice since she was dressed in male attire.

"I'd like to know who you are."

The car door opened and a familiar man stepped out from inside.

As always, he was cold, arrogant and unassailable.

His hands were in the pockets of his trousers, and he was standing long. The light fell on his face, making his handsome face even more handsome.

Seeing the familiar man, Vivian's pupils stared at him, surprised.

She had countless guesses as to who the person who had kidnapped Tristan could be, but she never imagined that the other party would actually be Morris.

What was he doing kidnapping Tristan?

Could it be that he was the mastermind behind Tristan's abduction?

Vivian immediately dismissed this unreliable idea in her mind.

Although he had an unpredictable nature, he was never such a despicable and shameless person. Besides, any accident to her, Vivian, would only bring negative consequences to the Cheal family.

A negative impact?

As she thought about it, it dawned on her.

On the surface, she had let things go, but secretly, she had been investigating.

When he asked Vivian, he saw her standing there without saying a word, carrying an electric baton in her hand, and didn't seem to have much patience.

Bowing his head, he pulled a cigarette from the inside pocket of his suit and lit it, while then the hand holding the cigarette raised slightly, and Ethan instantly understood what he meant.

"Get her!"

Ethan ordered.