Chapter 49
Lingering in the car, the pair took their time to dress. "Look at you," she chided, "I told you not to be so rough! How am I supposed to go out like this?"
"It doesn't matter," he replied, "you look even more beautiful without stockings."
A burst of laughter filled the car, coarse and unrefined.
Soon after, the vehicle departed from the underground garage.
My heart pounded as I continued my search, uncovering numerous similar videos. Some even depicted Steven and Katherine sharing a kiss in front of the car. After some consideration, I removed the memory card and copied all the videos. A total of over 180 GB, it completely filled my computer's memory.
Returning the memory card to the recorder, I retreated to my room and began watching the videos on my laptop. It was a thrill, more so than any adult film.
The recorder revealed Katherine's daily routine, a monotonous cycle of work, home, and various games with Steven. I watched about a hundred videos, and just as I was about to shut down the computer, a video of Katherine making a phone call piqued my interest. "I've collected a lot of evidence, don't worry, just give me a little more time," she said. "It'll be fine, just like this."
The video ended abruptly.
What evidence was she collecting? Who was she talking to? It couldn't be Steven. My intuition told me there was someone else. But exhaustion was setting in, and I had an early start the next day. I shut off the computer and succumbed to sleep.
The following morning, I was roused by the alarm at six o'clock. Despite only four hours of sleep, I felt surprisingly alert. After freshening up, I drove the Range Rover to the breakfast shop.
This restaurant was a local favorite in Sevan, known for its long queues and early sell-outs. After a twenty-minute wait, I secured breakfast and headed straight for Bay No.1. Glancing at the time, it was three minutes to seven.
I texted Katherine.
John: [Miss Bailey, I have arrived at the underground garage.]
Her response came shortly after.
Katherine: [Hmm, wait for me a moment.]
Around twenty minutes later, a beautiful figure approached. It was none other than Katherine.
"Good morning, Miss Bailey!" I greeted.
"Good morning to you too," she replied, offering a soft smile.
I moved to open the passenger door for her. As she slid into the car, she noticed the breakfast. "How did you know my taste?"
How How did I know?
Was I supposed to admit that I had spent the night scouring the driving recorder?
I smiled, "Really? I just bought them randomly. They looked appetizing, and I thought you would like them. You maintain such a good figure, I assumed you must control your sugar intake, so I ordered black coffee."
"Not bad," Katherine remarked, "no wonder you can be friends with Edward, you have strong analytical skills. I'm even considering hiring you as my driver."
Her driver? The company usually arranged drivers for vice-presidential level leaders, but Katherine didn't have one. Was it for Steven's convenience? If I really became a driver, Steven would be the first to get rid of me.
"It would be my honor to be your driver!" I responded.
Conversing with a beautiful woman always lifts one's spirits. I chatted with Katherine during the drive, occasionally cracking a joke to make her laugh. Watching her laughter ripple through her, my heart fluttered.
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