Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 608

Chapter 608 Two Choices

Cedrick narrowed his eyes as he pondered in silence.

Looking up warily, the officer asked softly, “Mr. Jenson, do you want us to bring Mr. Yael here, or do you want to see him alone in his cell?”

Instead of answering that question, Cedrick said, “Got it. You're dismissed.”

The officer was stunned.

Huh? Does he want to see Mr. Yael or not? Since he didn't answer me, I suppose he doesn't want to?

“All right. I'll be taking my leave, Mr. Jenson.”

Once the officer was gone, Cedrick turned his attention to the document Nico had brought him.

It was a newspaper clipping from twenty years ago that had a black-and-white picture of a car accident attached.

A luxury sedan was crushed and ignited in flames. Given the mangled condition of the vehicle that was supposed to be built like a tank, one could imagine the gruesome fate of its occupants.

The news only mentioned the victim's car. What about the one driven by the perpetrator? Was it a lorry? A bus? Or an ordinary sedan? There's no way an ordinary car can deal such damage to Mom and Dad's luxury car. Could it be another luxury car that belongs to someone powerful in Chanaea?

Nevertheless, everything was speculation on his part, for he had no evidence to prove it.

He decided to see Yael upon the latter's request. Yet he wanted to let Yael wait for an hour so that the latter wouldn't get carried away with thinking that he was at his mercy.

At that moment, Yael was leaning against the prison bars of his cell as he waited for Cedrick's arrival.

However, instead of Cedrick, the one who returned was the officer who helped convey his message.

Stunned by the sight, Yael grabbed the officer's arm. “Where's Cedrick?”

“He has no time and has a lot of work to do. He didn't say that he'll see you.”

Yael's brows furrowed in disbelief. “How could he not come? Does he not want to know the truth?”

The officer calmly pried his hand away. “Mr. Jenson will investigate whatever he wants to know. No one else can tell him what to do.”

Thereafter, the officer walked away from the corridor with his footsteps fading into the air.

Yael slumped to the ground with his back against the wall as a solemn look emerged on his face.

Did Cedrick manage to find a lead? Is that why he doesn't need to negotiate with me anymore?

No sooner had the idea popped into his head than Yael ruled it out.

He took a deep breath. Impossible. Dad would never reveal the secret, and there's no way Cedrick can investigate something from twenty years ago. He has no choice but to come to me.

The thought helped Yael to calm himself down. He lit a cigarette and quietly waited for Cedrick's arrival.

Without any evidence, it's just a matter of time before he comes to see me.

At that moment, both sides were playing mind games against the other.

One hour later, the doors to the small cell swung open.

Despite the commotion, Yael didn't bother to look up, as he already knew who it was.

“You're finally here, Cedrick. And here I was, thinking that you're no longer interested in your parent's death.”

Cedrick appeared stern and intimidating in his green fatigues.

With his hands in his pockets, he looked exceptionally distinguished. He exuded a frosty aura as he stepped into the cell in his military boots.

An officer placed a chair about ten steps away from Yael.

Cedrick's lips were tightly pursed. He sat down without saying a word.