The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 186

Olivia

We all crowded around behind him, watching as he manipulated the playback. The time stamp in the corner moved backward rapidly, showing people coming and going in fast motion.

On the security monitor, Frank slowed down the footage until we could see my Porsche clearly. The time stamp showed it was just over forty minutes ago, during the height of evening arrivals.

“Let’s see here…” Frank muttered, his fingers clicking rapidly at the keyboard.

We watched as a dark sedan pulled into the frame and parked a few spaces away from my car. The vehicle sat idling for nearly two minutes before someone emerged.

“There we go,” Frank said, pointing to the screen.

The figure stepped out wearing dark clothing and a baseball cap pulled low, effectively obscuring their face from the camera. They moved with purpose toward my Porsche, briefly glancing around before approaching the windshield. The person quickly tucked something under the wiper blade and hurried back to their car.

“Can you zoom in?” Claire asked, leaning closer to the monitor.

Frank clicked a few buttons to enlarge the image, but the quality deteriorated. “Unfortunately, this is as clear as it gets.”

“What about the license plate?” Emilia suggested.

Frank rewound slightly and froze on a frame showing the back of the sedan. “It’s partially blocked by that SUV,” he said with a frown. “I can only make out part of it.”

“Do you have cameras covering the entrance to the garage?” I asked. “Maybe we could see the car coming in.”

“Good thinking,” Frank said, switching to a different camera feed, clicking through several angles of the parking structure. “Let me check the entrance cameras. Maybe we can get a clearer view of the driver or license plate when they came in.”

We all huddled closer, watching as Frank’s fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling up footage from the entrance gates. The screen showed cars passing through the entrance boom gate one after another during the busy evening hours.

“There,” Claire pointed at the dark sedan as it approached the entrance. “That’s the same car.”

Frank paused the footage and zoomed in, but just as we were about to see the driver’s face, a large delivery truck pulled up alongside the sedan, completely blocking our view.

it,” Frank muttered, rewinding and trying another angle. “The security cameras are positioned

above the entrance, but

at least get the license plate?”

the car. “I can make out part of it… looks like ADR and then… 4,

to memory. “That’s a

plate through the system,” Frank offered, “but without proper authorization, I can only check if the vehicle has been flagged in our garage

that,” I

a moment, he shook his head. “No matches in our database. This is the first time this vehicle has been recorded in

nothing,” Ariana sighed, throwing her hands up. “Just some creep in a

better than nothing,” I insisted, trying to sound

footage. “I’m sorry we couldn’t be

we can do?” Emilia asked, crossing

for a single note with no direct

can just leave threatening notes on cars and

Frank clarified. “Offensive, definitely. But not explicitly

harassment,” Emilia

glanced at my watch and sighed.

made our way back to the parking garage. The partial plate number kept repeating in my head: ADR49–something. I wondered if it would be enough for Alexander to track

you okay to drive home alone?”

though my

should tell

promised, fishing my

I mean now,” Ariana insisted. “This

nodded. “She’s right. You

hour? More importantly, did I want to drag him into this? He’d probably overreact, insist on picking me up, maybe even hire additional

confrontation and now this note, maybe

I relented, pulling out my phone. “I’ll

around me as I dialed Alexander’s number. He answered on the second