Chapter 364 Going Abroad
Winona turned to her, "How?"
"I'll throw you a bone, keep you hooked, and then break the story into three parts. First part today, second part after you send your kid abroad and get that professor on board, and the third part once I'm settled overseas," Rebecca said, her tone light but convincing.
"He's the one who killed Yara. What if you back out without leverage? If he really killed an innocent person for money, he's not a good person himself. Someday he might betray you," she continued.
Winona stayed silent.
"So today, whether or not you get that call, you won't hear what you want. Since that's the case, why blame yourself?" Rebecca smiled, her strikingly beautiful face oozing confidence. She picked up a piece of cantaloupe and fed it to Winona. "You need to learn to cut yourself some slack. Don't carry the world on your shoulders. Aren't you tired? The truth is out there, it won't grow legs and run away. If we can't find it this time, we'll keep looking. If the door is blocked, we'll find a window. We will find the truth eventually."
Winona took a bite of the cantaloupe, the sweetness filling her mouth. Her gloomy mood lifted like clouds parting to reveal the sun. "Rebecca, you're really wasting your talent running an antique shop."
"What else should I do?" She rolled her eyes. "I don’t care about others, I only care about you."
Winona was so moved she reached out to hug her, but Rebecca dodged. She opened the drawer of the coffee table and winked at her gossipingly, "Are you still doing it on the couch?"
She looked at the condoms at the back of the drawer, and her body heat surged, the veins on the back of her hand throbbing.
"Zachary really has a lot of tricks up his sleeve. Is he planning to make up for his physical shortcomings with equipment?"
"Shut up. Don't behave like a flirt. Mr. Lewis looks like a proper gentleman."
Winona didn't know how far Rebecca and Anthony had gone, but with lingerie hooks left at his place, it seemed they were a thing. They were often seen together lately, and if it was a coincidence, it was too much of a coincidence.
Rebecca said, "Mr. Lewis writes gay literature. I'm just friends with him, at most admiring his looks. I'm a bit curious about his partner. If they're both handsome, I might have a new ship to fangirl over."
As they were chatting, Anthony and Zachary appeared. By the time they noticed, the two men were already standing behind them.
They were startled.
Anthony asked Rebecca, "I'm leaving. Are you coming with me, or are you staying here?"
"I'm coming."
She had some self-awareness. Zachary's look at her was full of disdain.
Anthony nodded and, without saying anything, walked out with his long legs.
The car was from Zachary's garage; he just grabbed the keys from the study like it was no big deal.
After dropping Rebecca off downstairs, he said, "Don't let the wound get wet, and remember to hit up the hospital to change your dressing."
"Okay," Rebecca nodded, unbuckling her seatbelt. "I thought only doctors were this meticulous. Turns out lawyers are too. Thanks for today."
If it had only been Rebecca and Winona at the time, the perpetrator probably wouldn't have stopped at merely throwing a bottle of acid. "I'll treat you to dinner another day."
Anthony put a cigarette in his mouth but didn't light it because Rebecca didn't smoke. "What is gay literature?"
Rebecca was shocked.
After Rebecca and Anthony left, Zachary also went out. Before leaving, he told Quinn to whip up some nutritious food for Winona. "Stay with Mrs. Bailey in the villa tonight. Wait for me to come back. If it's too late, just crash here."
Quinn actually had plans tonight, but she sensed the strong murderous vibe in Zachary's voice and quickly agreed.
She felt Mr. Bailey wasn't going out to handle business but to deal with someone.
Two minutes after Zachary left, Winona got a call from Frank. "Winona, are you in trouble?"
"Frank, you're well-informed," Winona said with obvious suspicion, drawing a heavy circle around Frank's name on The Turner Family tree. She had circled three names, suspects she had listed after careful analysis.
She was almost certain now that the painting was given to her mother by Grace. She just needed to find out who Grace worked for to identify the killer.
Frank said, "I know you suspect me, but it wasn't me. I found out you were in trouble because Zachary is looking for a car with fake plates. I did some checking, and that car came from Everglade Penitentiary. Combined with some other conditions, I deduced it."
"Can we meet? At the café near Regal Oaks."
Winona thought for a moment and agreed, "Okay."
"I've sent Rodolfo to pick you up. He should be there soon."
In the café, Frank was leisurely drinking lemon water. Besides him, there were no other customers.
Rodolfo only escorted her to the door.
Seeing Winona enter, Frank's gaze fell on the burn on her hand, his brow furrowing slightly. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"
"No."
Frank took a contract from the chair next to him and handed it to her. "Does this look familiar?"
Winona flipped through it. It was the one she had signed with Rodolfo. "What do you mean?"
He wouldn't show her this for no reason; he definitely had another purpose.
Just as Frank was about to speak, the café door was rudely pushed open. Rodolfo, standing at the door, immediately blocked the intruder. "Mr. Bailey, Mr. Turner and Miss Sullivan are discussing something. Please wait a moment."
"Wait a moment? What if I don't wait? I didn't know Frank had something so urgent to discuss with my wife."
One wouldn't let in, the other wouldn't back down.
In the tense atmosphere, Frank calmly said, "Let Mr. Bailey in."
He looked at Winona and explained why he had called her out today. "I have a batch of artifacts abroad, but for certain reasons, I can't bring them back right now. So I hope you can go abroad to restore them for a year."
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