Chapter 644: Chapter 345: Evelyn Claire’s Family Secret (3rd Update)
Kay Forrest’s car was in front, with the bodyguards’ car following behind.
As they entered Evelyn Claire’s residential complex, Wendy’s car happened to drive past them, heading out.
Unfortunately, they were talking at the time and did not notice.
After all, no one usually paid attention to Wendy’s license plate number.
However, Evelyn Claire, who was driving, inadvertently saw Kay Forrest in the oncoming car.
It wasn’t because her eyesight was good, but because Kay Forrest’s car was too ostentatious.
Such a luxury car had never appeared in this neighborhood before—it was a slum.
When both cars stopped below Evelyn Claire’s building, Kay Forrest looked at the address and said to the bodyguards, "Go to 302."
The bodyguard led the way, followed by Jane Quinlan.
After going upstairs, the bodyguard knocked on the door, but despite a long wait, nobody answered.
"Director Forrest, it seems there’s no one at home."
Kay Forrest thought for a moment and then dialed 110.
Jane Quinlan frowned, "What’s the use of calling the police now? Wendy can’t be considered missing, and you can’t just ask the police to barge into someone’s house."
"Since I made the call, I definitely have a way. If Evelyn Claire is willing to use gangster tactics, then I’ll just show off my true colors as a law-abiding good citizen."
Kay Forrest said so, and Jane Quinlan didn’t say anything more, as Kay Forrest always had ways to handle these matters.
In less than five minutes, police officers who had been dispatched arrived.
They didn’t recognize Kay Forrest, but seeing so many bodyguards, they sensed that this person was someone important.
"Who reported the incident?"
Kay Forrest stepped forward: "I did. My secretary didn’t come to work today.
I suspect she has been kidnapped by one of my employees.
That employee lives here."
The police looked at him with bewilderment, and Kay Forrest clicked his tongue before handing over his business card.
The police took a glance at the card and immediately straightened their attitude: "Mr. Forrest, you must have some evidence to make such a statement."
"It’s not exactly evidence, but a conjecture. The employee’s father worked in our company 20 years ago, and he accidentally drowned in a lake while bathing.
She probably blames our company for his death, so she planned on taking revenge.
This incident came to light because of my assistant, and that’s probably why this happened.
I am now worried that my secretary might be locked up in here."
The police hesitated for a moment: "No one’s home?"
"If someone came to open the door at this time, that would be wrong."
After discussing, one officer said they couldn’t file a case because the disappearance hadn’t reached 24 hours, while the other said they could go back and apply for a search warrant.
Kay Forrest said: "No need for that. I reported the incident so you could witness that I’m only breaking into this house to look for my secretary, not to steal anything.
Human life is at stake. By the time your legal procedures are approved, the person could be dead."
Having said that, he signalled to the bodyguard with his eyes, who then brought people to pry open the door, quickly gaining entry.
The group entered a room that, although neatly tidied, was rather dim.
Evelyn Claire’s walls were adorned with several paintings, but all of them were scenes from Japan.
In a corner of the living room, a thick bundle of rope lay scattered, with spots of blood on it.
Jane Quinlan turned her head to see a curtain draped over a low cabinet in the living room.
This was not a window, so why hang a curtain? For aesthetics? It didn’t seem so, as the curtain clashed weirdly with the entire room.
Driven by curiosity, she approached and lifted the curtain to take a look.
Without looking, it would not matter, but upon seeing it, she immediately let go, stepping back and crying out in shock.
Hearing her cry, Kay Forrest stepped forward and briskly pulled aside the pretentious curtain.
This was a photo wall that was anything but ordinary.
The reason it was out of the ordinary was that not a single photo of Evelyn Claire was on this backdrop wall.
All the pictures were of Kay Forrest from his younger days and a few recent ones that had just surfaced.
There were also a few shots of Director Forrest occasionally taken at business gatherings.
What Jane Quinlan had seen when she first lifted the curtain was a photo of Kay Forrest with his eyes gouged out.
It looked truly... bizarre.
Among them were pictures smeared with blood and torn in half.
Jane Quinlan knew that the people of Anchester were very superstitious about tearing photos.
Jane Quinlan stepped forward and took Kay Forrest’s hand: "Is this Evelyn Claire some kind of psycho?"
Kay Forrest’s hand naturally rested on her shoulder, his expression remarkably calm: "If she weren’t a psycho, she wouldn’t do that psycho thing to you."
After speaking to the police, Kay Forrest said: "Now I can confirm that my secretary’s disappearance is related to the owner of this house. I demand that you immediately file a case and begin an investigation.
The Skyward Group has always valued our employees. If something happens to our innocent employee, tell your police chief he can kiss his job goodbye.
The Forrest Family has the power to deliver on our words."
The two police officers nodded repeatedly and immediately called the station to begin a manhunt.
Kay Forrest released Jane Quinlan’s hand: "Stay with the police. I’ll go and have a look around."
""Mmm," Jane Quinlan didn’t want to wander around anymore, afraid that she would have nightmares after seeing too much.
Kay Forrest pushed open the door and entered a room, which turned out to be a normal bedroom with a bookcase filled with many books.
After coming out, he walked into the opposite room. The moment the door was pushed open, it was pitch black inside. He used the flashlight on his phone to see inside and got a startle.
To his surprise, two ancestral tablets were enshrined here, and beneath them were photographs of two people.
One was a man, who looked like it should be Evelyn Claire’s father.
The other was a young girl; he stared at the photograph and frowned involuntarily—this woman... he found her somewhat familiar.
He waved his phone around elsewhere, found nothing more amiss, and then walked out.
Soon, a few more police officers arrived, and the matter was thus formally taken over by the police.
Kay Forrest took Jane Quinlan back to the company first.
On the way, Jane Quinlan asked with some concern, "Forrest, you don’t think Wendy is in trouble, do you?"
"Who knows? The house, aside from the rope, didn’t have any blood trails.
It probably means nothing serious happened."
"But what if Evelyn Claire has already cleaned up the bloodstains?"
Kay Forrest laughed: "Evelyn Claire just asked Annie for leave not long ago; how could she have had enough time to deal with all that?
Plus, even if that were true, the floor was quite dry when we entered."
Jane Quinlan thought about it and found it reasonable.
The two returned to the company, with Jane Quinlan waiting anxiously for news, but until the time came to leave work, no good news came from the police station.
Kay Forrest took Jane Quinlan home, and she was rather gloomy. Kay Forrest exited the kitchen and ruffled her hair, "Alright, don’t be unhappy. You can’t get involved in this matter right now, and worrying won’t change the outcome. It’s better to wait with peace of mind."
Jane Quinlan said, "Actually, I’ve been feeling that Wendy has been a bit off these past few days.
I had plenty of opportunities to ask her if something had happened.
But for some reason... I just felt like Wendy didn’t want to deal with me, and so I got upset and ignored her too.
If only I hadn’t been so petulant and had asked her earlier, that would have been much better.
She even warned me to be cautious of Evelyn Claire before."
"Jane Quinlan, listen to me, don’t always take it upon yourself to carry the weight of things that aren’t your fault.
You haven’t done anything wrong."
Jane Quinlan let out a breath: "Alright, I got it.
But don’t you have any other solutions?
I think the police probably won’t be in a rush."
"That’s not necessarily true; bad cops are after all in the minority.
Moreover... who would dare joke about the position of Anchester City’s Chief of Police?
Even if they would, it doesn’t mean that the Chief of Police would."
Having said this, he pulled out his phone: "Alright, you’re so worried, I’ll add an extra layer of assurance for you."
After hanging up the phone he said, "Now can you rest assured?"
"How can I be at ease when they haven’t found the person yet."
"Actually, in my opinion, Evelyn Claire doesn’t have the guts to kill someone."
"Why do you say that?"
"Her desk in her room is piled high with books.
She should still have a lot of expectations for life.
Those who can enter Grayson Group all have higher education.
She couldn’t be unaware of what it would mean if she killed someone.
How could a person who has so many expectations for life commit murder?
Besides, if she had that capability, she wouldn’t use photographs to vent her anger."
Jane Quinlan thought about it; that made sense. No wonder Kay Forrest wasn’t worried at all.
Could it be that she was overthinking things?
"Alright, let’s have dinner first. We can’t let ourselves go hungry over this."
Jane Quinlan nodded and followed him to the dining table.
Kay Forrest kept adding food to her plate, hoping she would eat more.
Jane Quinlan initially had no appetite, but seeing how concerned Kay Forrest was, she decided to eat properly for his sake.
They had barely started eating when Kay Forrest’s phone rang.
He smiled at Jane Quinlan: "It’s from the Chief of Police."
Jane Quinlan looked at him expectantly as he answered the call.
After a brief conversation, Kay Forrest stood up, his expression still somewhat serious.
"There’s news. Do you want to come with me to check it out?"
"I want to go, I want to go."
"Then no matter what the result is, you must promise not to get agitated. Heard me?"
Hearing him say that, Jane Quinlan felt even more worried.