One Night Surprise

Chapter 48 What’s Impossible?

“Yep,” Alexander replied offhandedly. As he gazed out the window, an ominous look—like he had gotten his way—flashed across his eyes briefly.

After casting his thoughts back to that night, he felt that he had come to a breakthrough. However, he needed some time to confirm things for himself. He initially thought that things would proceed smoothly, but Courtney had been clearly evading him after yesterday’s events. He realized that he still had to find a good excuse for this, and Jordan was the perfect decoy.

Since that day, Alexander would frequently bring his son over as they came knocking on Courtney’s door. He would also bring Courtney and Tina to his place during the weekends. Occasionally, the pair would also have a picnic at the park or visit theme parks for a day of fun. As time went by, they got along better.

Naturally, Courtney thought that her cooking skills were what drew the father and son pair in. On the other hand, Alexander would give her some suggestions for the centennial celebration plans so that Courtney wouldn’t have to embarrass herself when her other coworkers shoot her down—it was a fair arrangement.

“Sorry for the wait, Miss Price.”

In a booth at Verdant Shore Cafe, a young man put his briefcase down before sliding into the seat across from Britney.

Britney was already impatient from the wait, her expression darkening even more when she took in the man before her. “You’re the private detective that Jason spoke of? Benjamin Ford?”

The man inclined his head. He was still calm even when faced with Britney’s skeptical gaze. “Yes, that’s me.”

Britney was irritated. After surveying him for a while, she grabbed her bag and prepared to leave.

“Jason has really gone nuts. Where did he find you? Are you even an adult? Anyone else would probably think that you’re some random makeup artist from the beauty salon. What I have here is not something for little kids to play with.”

The man before her looked to be in his early twenties or so; delicate features made up his baby face. While it wasn’t possible to mistake him for a minor, he certainly couldn’t be any older than 25. No one would have immediately believed that he was the best detective in Melrose City when they saw him.

Benjamin sat politely in his seat. He had no intention of getting up whatsoever as he said flatly, “Once you leave, I will erase all that I have uncovered. You don’t have to worry about me leaking anything. That’s the principle I follow while working.”

Britney froze on the spot upon hearing those words. She frowned as she looked at him. “What did you manage to dig up?”

“Are you now interested in what I have to say?”

for a brief moment before she finally returned to her

you have uncovered. I’ll only believe that you’re capable of helping me with my case if you’ve managed to

slowly pushed it over to Britney, the slender

named Courtney Hunter and her child, I’ve already investigated them in detail. What I know currently is the night of Courtney’s 18th birthday—6 years ago—was the last night her

date on the document, the frown lines on

in this. After being drugged that night, Courtney didn’t go to the room that her sister had arranged for her; someone else took her

“What are you implying?”

think I have sufficient evidence to suspect that the surrogate Alexander went to

hands quivered as they clutched at

line up

in contact

the second daughter of the Hunters; how could she

Hunter Family. She has everything she could possibly want. Why would

Anything could’ve happened after that, right? I’m just telling you the current direction of

at Britney,

Britney’s expression darkened as

with the investigation. When did I say that you could stop? I must

glanced at the paper in Britney’s hands. “Keep that document for yourself, and you can call me anytime if you have any questions. By the way, it’s not a good habit to judge a book

up and made his exit, a haughty look evident

case at all. Just as he thought, behind a female celebrity’s sunny disposition was an uglier one;

up at the sky as he pressed his hand against his brow bone. The weather was beautiful,

back and get some groceries. Is hot pot tonight fine with you?” Courtney asked Alexander as they sat in

“Sure.”

they passed the traffic light, she reminded the butler to take a right turn. “Go to

the supermarket. They had originally planned on browsing just the fresh produce section,

where are

Alexander turned