Chapter 206: Chapter 206: I’ll Make You Pay
Jade Lockwood stood alone on the spot, her hands hanging by her sides gradually clenched into fists, her nails almost embedding into her skin, yet she felt no pain.
"Nora Northwood, we’ll see about that!"
She held today’s indignation in her heart, determined to repay it in double to Nora Northwood.
Meanwhile, having left the main venue of the banquet, Nora Northwood breathed a sigh of relief.
She puffed her cheeks out, looking adorably cute.
"Smiled all night, my face is almost stiff."
Suddenly, she started envying Jasper Sinclair’s status and power; even in such occasions, he had nobody he needed to appease, nor did he have to maintain a fake smile.
Jasper Sinclair noticed the worry in her brows and reassured her, "Let me give you a massage at home to help you relax."
Beside them, Megan Underwood clicked her tongue twice, "There are outsiders here too, please be mindful of your words as a couple."
Nora Northwood smiled a bit embarrassed, "Where are you heading back to? We’ll drop you off!"
"I’ll go back on my own, don’t want to interrupt your nightlife."
Megan Underwood teased once more and then they bid farewell.
Louis Hayes was still at the police station, so Jasper Sinclair personally drove the car.
After sitting down, Nora Northwood jokingly said, "Master Sinclair, I get pretty carsick, how’s your driving skill?"
In the enclosed space, Jasper Sinclair’s hand became mischievous, giving her waist a gentle pinch. He teasingly responded, "My skills, aren’t you the most clear about that?"
No sooner had he spoken, Nora Northwood realized, and immediately turned her head away, refusing to look at the person in the driver’s seat, "Pervert."
"Honey, I’m being wronged."
The man’s voice carried an unobtrusive note of satisfaction.
The car’s fragrance emitted a faint, soothing scent, which unconsciously calmed one’s mood upon inhaling.
With the navigation’s voice, the car started up, the speed increased, and the scenery on both sides of the street quickly receded, making the two seem as if they were traversing through a tunnel in time.
About half an hour later, the car steadily parked at the entrance of the police station.
Louis Hayes had been waiting there for quite some time.
Seeing them arrive, he eagerly went forward, opened the car door, and greeted respectfully, "President Sinclair, Madam."
"Did the cameras capture footage before Rachel Woodward fell?"
"Yes, but..." Louis Hayes hesitated to describe the footage he had seen.
Initially, Nora Northwood didn’t understand why Louis Hayes was being vague and unclear.
Until the hidden camera footage was presented before them, she quickly covered Jasper Sinclair’s eyes, "Turn your head away, I’ll watch it myself."
On the screen, white butts appeared in succession. It must be said, the person who set up the camera was truly a genius for finding such an angle.
Jasper Sinclair felt the touch above his eyelids and a smile formed at the corner of his lips.
He agreed, "I’ll go outside to handle a few things. Call me if you discover anything."
"Okay."
Louis Hayes closely followed his CEO, and before leaving, he specifically gave Nora Northwood two timestamps: "The fifteenth minute and the thirty-seventh minute—these points are crucial."
"Thank you, Special Assistant Hayes."
For the next hour, Nora Northwood watched intently.
When she had finished watching all the footage, she rubbed her sore eyes.
Then she rewound to the timestamps Louis Hayes mentioned and watched them repeatedly.
During the intervals when restaurant guests were using the restroom, the wooden door would remain ajar.