Chapter 662 The Final Mission
Before Darwin and Hathaway's engagement, they had thoroughly investigated Hathaway's background.
If there had been a childhood friend, the person in charge of the investigation would have noticed.
Although Darwin harbored some doubts about Stella's clarity of mind, he promptly dispatched someone to look into this person named Robert.
"I've crossed paths with the Astralis family," Fiona said solemnly, examining the information about Robert's family.
"They are the top department store chain in Europe and America. I even attended the Astralis family's banquet two years ago. If Robert is around Hathaway's age, he should have been at his own family's event. But I never saw him."
"It's not surprising you didn't see him. I heard later he had a major accident and lost both his legs, so he stopped attending school," Stella explained.
Fiona appeared somewhat taken aback.
Shortly after, the investigator looking into Robert contacted Darwin.
"Mr. Solomon, there is indeed such a person in the Astralis family. He is the youngest son of the current president. Due to a childhood accident resulting in amputation, he rarely appears in public. We've also confirmed he was Hathaway's classmate."
"Keep digging into Robert's recent activities and contacts," Darwin instructed in a grave tone.
Just after ending the call, Fiona, who had been researching the Astralis family, suddenly sat up.
"What's up?" Darwin approached her immediately.
Fiona pointed at a photo filled with people. "Look at this guy!"
Darwin leaned over, and Stella, curious, walked over to view Fiona's phone.
Fiona was examining a documentary of last year's Astralis family All-Star banquet. Stella glanced at it and spotted a familiar face in the crowd.
Instinctively, she took a screenshot.
Zooming in, Stella scrutinized each face one by one.
In a secluded corner on the west side, she spotted him.
"Isn't this one of the assassins?" Stella exclaimed in surprise, her sharp eyes recognizing him.
Darwin also noticed.
"Is this Robert?" Fiona indicated the figure in front of the assassin, slim, clad in black, leaning on a cane, and standing in a peculiar posture.
Though his face wasn't visible, it was him. How could such a coincidence occur? Robert was Hathaway's childhood sweetheart, the avenging assassin, and he appeared at the Astralis family banquet!
As Stella contemplated Wyatt's recent brush with death, anger surged within her.
"How could you, Robert! Involving my partner like this!" Stella exclaimed, drawing the attention of the three others in the hospital room. She immediately felt embarrassed.
"Um, would you like some water? I'll go get you some!" Stella hurriedly got up and fled the room.
Darwin glanced at Wyatt. "Her partner?"
Wyatt's face paled, but his smile held affection and excitement. "Sorry for the entertainment."
"Mr. Durham, take care. We'll thoroughly investigate this matter," Fiona said, rising.
She was now resolved to apprehend the mastermind behind it all. As for Stella and Wyatt's relationship, that was their business to resolve.
"Okay." Wyatt weakly nodded.
Darwin and Fiona swiftly departed from the hospital. As their car exited the garage, a hunched figure emerged through a security door.
Watching the departing car, he raised a hand to touch the old scar on his face. His eyes were dark with determination.
The couple's vigilance and security were too tight. He couldn't get close to Wyatt.
That night, he should have struck Wyatt a few more times!
The thought fueled his anger. If it weren't for Darwin and his cunning wife plastering their photos everywhere, he wouldn't need to be so cautious. He could have left at the slightest noise!
In the past year, he had carried out numerous tasks, yet this was the first time someone had survived.
He gritted his teeth. But it didn't matter. Whether Wyatt died now or later made no difference. He would die anyway!
You could hide for a while, but not forever!
When Fiona learned about the timing of the first mass murder related to Hathaway, a suspicion began to form. It grew clearer when Stella mentioned seeing Hathaway appearing sick.
Initially, Fiona thought the retaliation was due to Hathaway's death. But the first mass murder occurred while Hathaway was still alive. The theory of revenge for her death no longer held up.
On the way home, Fiona received a freshly printed investigation report. She quickly opened it and perused its contents.
"A year ago, Hathaway was diagnosed with a malignant tumor," Fiona said, looking at Darwin. "The individual behind this knew Hathaway's time was limited, hence their vengeful rampage."
Darwin remained stoic.
Regardless of the motive, the loss of so many lives couldn't be ignored. The true mastermind behind these atrocities would face justice.
As the investigation into Robert intensified, more evidence emerged linking the killer in the video to places associated with him.
By the following morning, another killer's trail intersected with Robert's.
It became evident that these two cases of family massacres, along with the abduction of Thomas and his girlfriend, were linked to Robert.
"Find him!" Fiona ordered.
Darwin's team, Rhoads family's associates, and Fiona's clandestine allies all mobilized.
Meanwhile, at the seaside villa, a man with silver hair, abnormally pale skin, and blue glass pupils sat in a wheelchair, gazing at the crashing waves before him. A finger missing, he clutched a brooch.
"Boss, Darwin's men have located your position," a tall, dark-skinned man approached from behind, his voice deep. "Should I arrange a flight for your return?"
"Return?" He glanced at the turbulent sea. "I have nowhere to return to. Hand me the phone."
The other person complied.
Robert dialed the number of his most recent contact.
The recipient answered promptly, "Young master! Apologies for recent unforeseen events with the target, but he remains alive. I will eliminate him soon!"
Robert lowered his eyelids. "Sabre."
"Yes!"
"This target is no longer of importance. Now, I'm assigning you the final mission."
"The final mission?" Sabre's tone grew somber. "Has Darwin located you?"
Robert didn't respond, his expression cold. He issued the ultimate directive to his death squad.
"I want Charles and Chicago dead at all costs." "
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