“So? Have you come up with a plan, Aubree?”
As time ticked past, Frieda grew increasingly anxious.
Aubree recalled something right then and clenched her jaw forcefully. “Have you investigated the man from that night?”
Frieda's eyes turned as wide as saucers. “You're going to ask for his help? Didn't you say he's in cahoots with Roxanne? What if he betrays you?”
Determination flashed across Aubree's eyes. “That's the only way! The man gave off an unusual aura, so I'm sure he's a powerful man!”
“But... why would someone like him work for Roxanne?” Frieda was filled with confusion.
“Did you investigate or not?” Aubree snapped, her patience wearing thin.
Frieda gave a hesitant nod. “I checked the surveillance footage and tracked down his house.”
“Bring me there!” Aubree said without hesitation.
Seeing that she was so determined, Frieda had no choice but to do as told.
They hailed a taxi by the roadside, and Frieda gave the driver the address of their destination. The vehicle slowly pulled away from the motel entrance.
Soon, the taxi rolled to a stop in front of a mansion.
“This is it but I'm not sure if he usually stays here,” Frieda said.
Aubree had no time to ponder her next move. She hastily flung open the car door and stepped out.
The mansion was brightly lit. It was obvious it was occupied.
Aubree heaved a sigh of relief. However, her respite was brief. A moment later, her face twisted into a grimace and her gaze grew icy cold as she remembered why she was there.
Frieda stepped forward and rang the doorbell.
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