Chapter 271 Martin Discovered Hunter's True Colors
Martin paused, "What did you find?" Martin asked after a pause.
Alan replied, "A witness claimed that before Hunter took Charles and Fannie out to sea, someone had sneaked onto the yacht and stayed there for quite some time."
"Hmm?" Martin raised an eyebrow, signaling Alan to continue.
Alan went onsaid, "I had someone retrieve the dock surveillance footage, but it was maliciously destroyed. However, what they didn't account for wasthe fact that I'd use the street cameras to find that person. The witness swore to me, it was him. I've investigated him. His name is Vico, a former core technician at a yacht manufacturing company who was dismissed after selling company secrets to pay off huge gambling debts. And his account mysteriously received a million dollars."
Martin fell silent, deep in thought. A core technician? If he wanted to sabotage the yacht, it would be a cinch.
A core technician?
If he wanted to sabotage the yacht, it would be a cinch for him.
"But..." Suddenly, Alan stuttered, hesitating, as if he found it difficult to speak.
Martin frowned, "But what?"
Alan said apologetically, "Boss, I'm sorry! Although we traced it to Vico, unfortunately, we didn't find him. He must have run away."
Martin's eyes narrowed sharply.
"Run away?"
Sensing his anger, Alan's scalp tingled, sensing his anger, "I've sent people to intensify the search.
Hunter definitely didn't expect us to uncover his plot, so Vico couldn't have gone far.
We'll find him in the shortest time possible."
Martin didn't dwell on it, changing the subject, "What about the life jacket?"
Alan said, "Hunter wanted the police to dispose of the life jacket to destroy the evidence. I bribed that cop and switched out the life jacket. Now it's in my possession."
He paused before adding, "All signs point to Hunter being involved. We just haven't found concrete evidence yet. Once we find Vico, everything will come to light."
Although Martin was not satisfiedunsatisfied with this outcome, he knew that haste wouldn't help, "Leave the search for Vico to your subordinates. If things are settled there, come back!"
"Yes!"
After ending the call, Martin put his phone back in his pocket.
Hunter,
the yacht,
Vico,
the life jacket—
all indicated that Fannie's mishap was no accident, but Hunter's doing.
But why?
Why would he do this?
If he didn't like Fannie, he could have just said so, and Martin would have taken her away.
Why be so cruel to a child?
Lost in thought, Martin snapped backreturned to reality only to find the noodles in the pot burnt.
He exclaimed in shock, immediately turned off the stove, and removed the pot.
When he served the noodles to Fannie, her disdain was hard to hide, but she forced herself to eat, not wanting to disappoint her daddy, she forced herself to eat.
After a few bites, she couldn't continue.
The love from her dad wasn't enough to make her finish the meal.
It was just that her mommy's cooking had spoiled her palate.
"Daddy, the noodles you made are delicious, but I'm really not that hungry..."
To spare her daddy's pride, Fannie tactfully found a reasonable excuse. "Daddy, the noodles you made are delicious, but I'm not hungry..."
Martin looked at the gooey mess in the bowl, swallowing hard in disgust.
Even he couldn't eat it, let alone the little girl.
Not wanting her to go hungry, he ordered takeout on his phone.
"I know my cooking isn't good. It's normal for you not to like it! I've ordered takeout for you, a nutritious seafood porridge,; it tastes better than what Daddy made."
Fannie, not wanting him to feel bad, tried to comfort him.
"Daddy, it's not that I dislike your cooking, I just..."
Martin chuckled, ruffling her hair, "I know! You don't have to explain! Daddy is a broad-minded person. If I can't even take this little setback, howHow can I manage such a large conglomerate if I can't even take this little setback? Good is good, bad is bad, we must be honest."
Fannie sighed inwardly, feeling ashamed, and looked down, "Sorry, I was shallow."
Martin: "...??"
was puzzled. Why did her words sound so strange?
Was it some new internet slang he wasn't aware of?
Martin didn't bother to delve into her wording, his gaze darkened with a deeper meaning, "Fannie, Daddy wants to ask you, how was your time with Hunter on Phuket Island? How did he treat you?"
Fannie, puzzled by his question, tilted her head and answered honestly, "Hunter was really nice to me! He bought me delicious food every day, took me to watch sunsets, go diving, sailing, and fishing. When, and when the typhoon hit, he protected me and my brother with his life. Although I don't want him as my stepfather, I have to admit he's a good person."
After hearingHearing her words, Martin was even more puzzled.
Fannie wondered, "Daddy, why are you asking these questions? Do you also dislike him clinging to Mommy? Do you want me to be your spy?"
Finishing her thought, she gestured Fannie made an 'OK' sign to Martin, "I promise you, I'll be your spy and keep an eye on them."
Looking at her innocent face, Martin's eyes moistened, and he couldn't help but hug her tightly, his heart aching. He couldn't understand.How could Hunter be so cruel to this adorable girl?
How could Hunter bear to be so cruel to the adorable Fannie?
...
Phuket Island.
...
Ten days had passed.
Still , but there was still no word.
on Phuket Island. Patricia was in utter despair.
Charles, always sensible and obedient, was uncharacteristically insistent on finding Fannie.
"I don't believe it,. Fannie must be alive,; she can't be dead!!" Charles said. We're twins,; we have a telepathic connection,. I can feel she's still alive,; she's calling out to me for help. I have to find her..., I have to save her..., and she's waiting for me..."."
Patricia, afraidAfraid he would also get hurt, Patricia clung to him tightly, her face buried in his small shoulders, crying breathlessly as she cried.
"Charles, mMommy has already lost Fannie, I can't lose you too... If something happens to you, what will I do? I won't be able to go on."
Charles, agitated, said, "Do you also think Fannie is dead?"
Patricia didn't answer, justonly cried.
For the first time,"You're her mommy!" Charles lost his temper with hersaid, pushing her away.
"You're her mommy, how "How can you think like this? I don't like her at all, Ithat? It's as if you don't care about her at all."
Patricia stumbled and fell to the ground.
Charles's His words were like salt onin her wounds.
"How could I not like her, not care about her...? I also don't want to accept this... but... but that's the sea..., not a river... how many. What're the chances of survival are... out there for those who go out to sea during a typhoon?"
Although she didn't want to admit it.
But, everything was telling her.
indicated that Fannie was gone.
Gone without a trace.
And she didn't even see her daughter for the last time.
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