“Stan,” Sean commented with a smile on his face. “You’re intelligent enough.”
It was Michael’s turn to observe the apparel. So, this is the windbreaker worn by the great Cooper Mitchell? It’s nothing impressive; looks no different than the ones available for 99 from the bargain fashion outlets.
On the other hand, Harry held what he saw in high regard. From what he heard, Cooper Mitchell was the true boss of the Bayside City underworld before the Winston Family took over. No one would dare to mess with him back then.
The hotel’s room door was opened before Abel, who was dressed in immaculate white, entered with a toolbox in his hand and a face mask that covered half of his solemn face. Then, he headed toward the windbreaker.
Unlike the windbreaker, the umbrella had served no use as any useful evidence would have been washed away by the rain.
Abel wore his gloves and glasses before gingerly opening the windbreaker as if it would easily tear.
Luckily for them, Nicole did not send the windbreaker to the laundry after she brought it back. He found a couple of strands of blond hair and some dandruff around the collar and delicately placed them into his evidence bag as everyone watched attentively.
Once he had finished packing up, Abel carried his toolbox and headed off. “Results will be out tonight,” he said as he left.
Michael patted his shoulder as he said, “Much appreciated.”
Abel did not reply and increased his pace. He was already in touch with the nearest laboratory to arrange for the test since time was of the essence in that moment.
While gazing at Abel’s back as he walked away, Sean could not help but run and catch up to him. “Justin, is that you?” Yes, he’s Justin. He has to be!
Even though he had changed his looks and spoke in a different tone, Sean would still have recognized him in an instant.
Abel halted his footsteps for a second and resumed his task. That split second of hesitation was enough to blow his cover.
So, it is really Justin Mitchell. Sean stood there in a trance—the series of events that caught him by surprise, one after another, had finally numbed him.
Stanley could not believe what he heard and exclaimed aloud, “What? Justin? Nate’s daddy?”
Sophia’s emotions weren’t any different from Sean’s. After uncovering the plots and twists today, she hardly felt anything. Abel is actually Nathan’s father? Celine’s husband? Michael’s brother-in-law? Isn’t he dead?
When Justin and Celine were killed in an explosion by Phantom Wolf’s bomb, it sent shockwaves across the Mitchell Family. They even sent him off as a fallen hero with a funeral of the highest honor at the Memorial Garden.
Six years had passed and Justin was now back.
Sean glanced in the direction that Justin was headed in and suddenly understood something.
Both Cooper and Justin Mitchell would rather fake their own deaths to leave the family!
So, it was the Mitchell Family!
If he could, he also wished to do the same to sever ties with the cruel family.
As everyone waited patiently, Abel’s message arrived.
The DNA matched at 99%.
The person whom Nicole met was indeed the real Cooper Mitchell!
Michael had to salute his father-in-law. This old fox. If it is not for the many coincidental encounters, no one would have been able to get hold of him.
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