Chapter 133

Vivienne had watched the entire sequence of Dorian’s arrest, from the moment he stepped into the motel and into the room booked by Arabella to the moment he was taken away by the police. It was a shame that the motel’s cameras didn’t capture what was happening.

She had watched the footage from the past few days over and over again, but other than Arabella booking the room alone, she found no other suspicious figures or potential leads.

Unsatisfied, she hacked into every surveillance camera along Arabella’s route to the motel, tracing all the way back to the bustling East District’s Urban Village.

Arabella had come from there, but the Urban Village was lacking in surveillance cameras.

Most of them were broken.

She thought for a moment and reviewed the surveillance footage around the area a day earlier. Then she saw Arabella, barefoot and bruised, fleeing from the Urban Village to a bus

stop

The surveillance footage at the bus stop had been deleted.

Vivienne smirked as her fingers rapidly danced across the keyboard. The deleted footage from the bus stop was quickly recovered.

She saw a man in a black suit whose face was obscured. Only his back was visible.

“This guy” Percival frowned, staring at the man’s figure in the video..

“Do you recognize him? Vivienne raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not sure. The back looks somewhat familiar, but it’s hard to say without seeing his face,” replied Percival.

Vivienne didn’t say anything. She simply took a screenshot of the man’s figure, edited the image, and posted it on Twitter.

The caption was one word. “Running?”

As soon as she tweeted it, the comment section exploded with people leaving messages.

me, Ms. Hawthorn, or should I say, Master Q. How does it feel knowing your father

doesn’t look like Percival. Is Vivienne

raped your sister, and you still have time to

Ellington family call off the wedding because your father is a rapist, so

didn’t pay attention to these internet

Chapter 133

kept an eye on her Twitter post, waiting

three minutes, someone tried to hack her Twitter account and delete the

as her slender fingers, once again, swiftly danced on her

silently as Vivienne played a cat-and-mouse game with her opponent in the online world. They were tracking and counter-tracking back and forth, like a

her

Vivienne he was fascinated by. She was full of spirit and unconstrained,

other party was cornered. Vivienne

private room of the

“Damn it!”

watched as his laptop suddenly froze. The screen went black, leaving only Vivienne’s screenshot

all his belongings,

top-notch. There were only a few in the world

was the other

it a helper hired by

The last time he felt

was

could.

He didn’t go

hid in the shadows to observe.

into the Golden Club in the next

as soon as he

of the street and walked away. Just

authority and a hint of old age came through. “You shouldn’t have left a

and

knew well that a person like him shouldn’t leave any suspicious images.

He was sure he had deleted and completely destroyed that segment of surveillance footage, yet

on the other end seemed

He remained silent.

person on the other end chuckled. “It seems you’ve met your match. Good, stay

He coldly responded, “Yes.”

my greatest creation. If you lose, you know the

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