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"Where's the truck?"
"The truck had fake plates, and that model is everywhere. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack. Luckily, Mr.
Remington Dashiell managed to get a rough location of where Hans was hiding and picked up the vehicle from
Hans himself. We're still combing through the neighborhood's surveillance footage. The area's mostly factories,
but we should be narrowing it down soon. It's just..."
Ray hesitated, and Remington's brows furrowed, his piercing gaze sweeping over.
Ray continued, "It seems like we haven't found any properties owned by the West family there."
Clearly, this was not the outcthey had hoped for.
Remington suddenly crumpled the paper in his hand.
If all these leads turned up nothing, they'd have to pin their hopes on the bait they'd left at the hospital to catch
a big fish. Remington had kept Hans' death a secret, setting a trap and purposely blowing up in front of Martin
West and his daughter.
He wanted to spook them, make the Wests think Hans had spilled svital information. If they lost their cool,
they'd take the bait.
So far, though, the people keeping tabs on the West family hadn't noticed any unusual activity.
"By the way, this is the surveillance footage from outside the hospital nursery that Mr. Remington Dashiell asked
After hearing about the conflict between Lizetta and Stella outside the nursery, Remington had asked Ray to
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtcheck the surveillance footage. He opened the video to see Stella in a bright red dress, looking glamorous as she
walked up to Lizetta with a maid, stopping her repeatedly. A cold light flickered in Remington's eyes as he
ordered, "I don't want to see them at Dashiell Hospital ever again!"
Was he kicking the Wests out of the hospital?
Ray sighed, thinking the Wests had probably burned their last bridges this time.
Mr. Remington Dashiell was throwing all semblance of cordiality out the window.
"Alright, but the Wests might not go quietly..."
Just then, Remington's phone rang.
It was Fiona, and Remington massaged his temples before answering.
"You scoundrel, where have you taken Liz?! Have you lost your mind?"
"Grandma, where are you?"
"I'm at the hospital, in the ward, of course. You better bring Liz back here! Do you hear me?"
Fiona was furious. When she had cto see Lizetta earlier, Lizetta was still unconscious.
The loss of her great-grandchild had hit the old lady hard, and she was in a bad state, so Remington had
someone take her home.
Once she felt a bit better, she
returned to the hospital to see
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The doctors and nurses were all evasive.
Fiona knew right away that Remington was behind it.
"Grandma, I'll take good care of her. The hospital is noisy, and she prefers to recuperate at my place. | won't
send her back..."
"You scoundrel, speaking such highfalutin nonsense. Do you even believe what you're saying?!"
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