Chapter 407 Proposal
At the Detention Center
The lawyer was young, beautiful, and had a cold demeanor. Her bright red lips made her look pretty intimidating. After getting the details of the incident, she snapped her briefcase shut.
Kyle, with a hint of impatience, asked, "When can I get out of here?"
He didn't look worried at all, just annoyed by the crappy conditions of the detention center and the time he was wasting.
There was no way he had any illegal stuff hidden in his mansion; the cops who searched it could vouch for that. As for keeping Grace locked up, they were in a relationship, and she was mentally unstable, so he had no choice.
The lawyer replied, "Kyle, do you even know who you pissed off? Technically, you could get bailed out, but the other side said no bail."
The first person that came to Kyle's mind was Frank. Lately, Frank had been giving him a hard time at work, and their so-called friendly relationship was long gone. But then he realized Frank didn't have that much pull in Dreamopolis; his influence was still pretty weak. He could play the business game, but he had no political clout.
If it wasn't Frank, then it had to be Zachary.
This was gonna be a problem.
Kyle frowned. Could it be that his plan to deal with Winona had been found out?
Before he could figure it out, the lawyer added, "The boss wants to know when you'll deliver what you promised."
Kyle gritted his teeth, breathing heavily. "Unless he gets me out of this mess, he can forget about getting what he wants."
"You're pushing your luck," the lawyer said coldly, standing up. "The boss hates being threatened. You didn't get caught because you were helping him, so why should he bail you out?"
She looked at him like he was nothing, then leaned in and said, "But the boss is generous and can get you out. Whether you get caught again is up to you. You have one day. After that, Zachary will find out."
The time she gave was way off. Half an hour after Kyle left the detention center, Zachary got the news.
He glanced at the sleeping Winona beside him, got up, and went to his study. First, he called someone to track down Kyle, then he called Frank. "Kyle's been bailed out. I've got people looking for him. In the meantime, stay indoors."
There was a pause on the other end. Just three minutes before Zachary's call, Frank had received a text.
Kyle: [Want to know the real cause of Yara's death? Bring the painting to the beach.]
Dreamopolis didn't have a beach; the nearest one was 130 miles away, about a four-hour drive. If they left now, it would be around midnight.
The text didn't say he couldn't bring people. For Kyle to be so bold, he was either ready to go down with the ship or had everything planned out. It didn't matter if Frank brought backup or not.
Frank said, "You keep an eye on Winona. I'm good here."
The slightly open door to the study creaked as it was pushed open. Zachary turned to see Winona, who should have been asleep, standing at the door with her phone. She was in her pajamas, barefoot on the carpet, and said, "Kyle called me. He said if I want to know about my mom, I should go to the beach."
Frank, still on the phone, heard this too. Neither he nor Zachary wanted her to take the risk. No one knew what a desperate person might do, but they also knew how much effort and time Winona had put into investigating this. They were so close to the truth, and no one had the heart to tell her to stay home and wait.
Winona, clearly anxious, said, "He told me if I don't go, the truth will never come out. He'd rather let this secret stay buried forever."
Frank, closing his eyes with concern, replied, "Then let's go together."
After hanging up, they first went to Waterfront Pearl to meet Frank, then headed to the place Kyle mentioned. They had a convoy of over ten cars, all packed with highly skilled, rigorously trained bodyguards who could handle extreme situations and were excellent swimmers.
But even with all that, Zachary felt uneasy.
He frowned and said, "If things get dangerous, just run. Don't worry about anyone else."
The fact that Winona was Frank's daughter hadn't been made public. Even if Eva had her suspicions, there was no proof. Besides, they hadn't seen each other in years, so what real bond could they have?
Logically, someone as cunning as Kyle wouldn't waste time on her.
Winona squeezed his hand and said with concern, "Okay, you too. If there's danger, run. Staying alive is more important than any truth. We've done our best, and even if the result isn't perfect, we'll be content."
In the front passenger seat, Frank felt a pang of bitterness. His heart ached when he saw his beloved daughter was so close to Zachary. He felt Zachary had it too easy.
From the moment they got in the car until now, he, as a father, hadn't received a single word of concern. So, if there was danger, they should all run, and he should charge forward, right?
The more he thought about it, the more bitter he felt, and the more he looked at Zachary with displeasure.
He had hoped to have Winona stay with him for a few more years after acknowledging her, but seeing the current situation, he felt it seemed unlikely.
Noticing his resentful gaze, Zachary looked over at him. Frank turned his head to look out the window.
Zachary said with a beaming smile, "Dad, you be careful too. Yara probably doesn't want to see you in heaven. Be sensible and don't disturb her."
Frank almost had a heart attack from anger. He glared at him and said with a disgusted expression, "Who told you to call me Dad? Shut up."
"The other side has already made this identity clear. What's there to hide?"
Was that what he meant?
As soon as the car got off the highway, they received the location sent by the other party. It was now midnight, and there were almost no cars on the road. Following the navigation, they drove for another half hour and arrived at a desolate fishing village, very small, with only about a dozen households.
At this hour, everyone was asleep. Apart from the sparse streetlights still shining, the surroundings were silent, not even a dog barking.
A boat was anchored on the dark sea, its lights like a beacon guiding them forward. Faintly, they could see a few black figures moving around. The group got off the beach and walked towards it.
Frank pulled Zachary forward a few steps and whispered, "If your proposal isn't grand enough, I won't agree to let Winona marry you. Women like a sense of ceremony. On this point, you can't let her down."
He had done a lot of mental preparation to reluctantly take a step back.
Zachary took out his phone and showed him the design drafts sent by the jewelry designer, saying, "Is this grand enough?"
Since the day Winona agreed, he had been planning the proposal.
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