When Audrey Sutton saw this logo, she guessed that the visitor was probably not the person on the phone.
Indeed, she could imagine soone staking out here for him; how could he possibly not think of that? Why would he co personally?
Audrey Sutton opened her umbrella and walked out of the pavilion. The rain was so heavy that the umbrella could barely cover her; her skirt and shoes quickly got wet, clinging coldly to her legs.
The delivery guy was probably still waiting for the resident to co out and collect the food, not leaving quickly.
Audrey Sutton initially wasn’t sure if he was rely delivering food or sending an envelope, until she got closer and saw the guy hand an envelope to the security room, chatting through the window with the guard.
Audrey Sutton quickened her pace, jogging over. The guard recognized her and imdiately said, "Miss Sutton, you’ve arrived just in ti. There’s a letter for you here."
Audrey Sutton reached out to take the envelope, thanked him, and then asked the delivery guy, "Could you let know who gave you this envelope?"
The guy glanced at her, pointed to the road behind him, and said, "A gentleman at the intersection over there asked to deliver it. It wasn’t far, and I had to co here to deliver food anyway, so I helped him out."
"Can you describe what he looks like?"
The guy recalled, "He seed about the sa height as , wearing a black long coat, a fisherman’s hat, and carrying an umbrella. The rain was heavy, so I didn’t see clearly."
Audrey Sutton asked again, "Can you specifically say where on this road you saw him?"
"In that alley over there."
"Was he there when you passed by?"
"Yes, he shouldn’t have gone far. Miss, I can’t chat with you anymore. I have to continue delivering food, this order’s about to ti out."
Audrey Sutton nodded, thoughtfully watching the guy drive away, then looked at the alley he pointed to, thinking that person must have disappeared long ago; she couldn’t possibly go looking in such heavy rain.
She silently asked the guard at the door, "Sir, could you help access the surveillance footage for this road? Just from ten minutes ago."
"You need to go to the property managent office for that."
Audrey Sutton put the envelope into her coat pocket and imdiately turned towards the property managent office.
The staff there kindly helped her pull up the surveillance footage for that section of the road; several people were passing by, but there was no footage of soone connecting with the delivery guy.
Audrey Sutton initially thought it was a mistake in monitoring, but then saw the delivery guy appear on the footage, driving straight off without pausing, nor anyone connecting with him.
Audrey Sutton also asked the staff to broaden the surveillance coverage along the route. They showed her the footage from several caras, each featuring the delivery guy, but none where soone connected with him.
Audrey Sutton suddenly realized a problem, feeling a peculiar regret in her heart.
From the surveillance footage, it was almost certain that the delivery guy was the person she was looking for.
She hurriedly ran out of the surveillance room with her umbrella, looking towards the entrance of the villa area, but the sound of the delivery guy was long gone.
She felt incredibly annoyed; the guy was wearing a helt, only revealing his eyes, and she hadn’t considered that he was the one she was looking for or paid attention to his facial features. Now the only information she had was that the chanical voice on the phone, indistinguishable by gender, belonged to a man.
She was just a tiny step away from catching him and clarifying everything, possibly even taking him to the police to question his motives.
Unfortunately, he got away.
The rain hadn’t decreased; Audrey Sutton’s skirt was almost soaked through. She walked to the porch of the villa, closed her umbrella, and hung the dripping umbrella on the hook by the door.
Entering the house, she kicked off her wet sandals, didn’t even bother washing her feet or wearing slippers, and directly took out the envelope from her pocket, tearing it open eagerly to pour out its contents—a USB drive.
She rushed upstairs, into her room, and plugged the USB drive into her computer.
There were several folders on the USB, each containing items, but when she opened the first few, they were just worthless blank files.
Beginning to lose patience, wondering if she was being played, she then clicked on a file containing a video.
The hand operating the mouse froze for about a second, then clicked to open the video.
The first few seconds of the video were pitch black, without any sound. Audrey Sutton initially thought it was another video devoid of information, but when she skipped ahead on the progress bar, a chanical voice suddenly appeared, followed by a man wearing a mask and cloak in the video. The footage was sowhat dim, seemingly in the abandoned school he had ntioned.
"It’s regrettable to et you in such a way; apparently, I haven’t completely gained your trust. But we actually share the sa purpose: to uncover the truth about the car accident years ago. However, the ending of this story might not be favorable to you. You can choose to close the video now and pretend nothing happened, and I won’t contact you again. But if you want to do sothing for your beloved man, to prevent his brother from dying unjustly, then... please keep watching."
With things at this stage, Audrey Sutton certainly wouldn’t close the video and pretend nothing had happened.
Yet, watching the sinister footage made her feel a bit uneasy, fearing it was a prank video that might suddenly show a ghostly face or sothing, yet she kept her gaze firmly on the computer screen.
"Let’s start with a brief introduction. I believe you’re quite curious about my identity."
As he spoke, the man in the video took out a large group photo, resembling a class graduation picture, with about seventy or eighty people on it, blurred through the video, making it hard to identify anyone.
The man moved the photo closer to the lens and said, "I think you’ve seen it, the graduation photo screenshot I sent you was snipped from this. I can only tell you I’m amongst them, I was Sean’s high school classmate, college fellow... like your brother."
Audrey Sutton leaned in to carefully examine the photo, indeed seeing the screenshot portion of her brother and Sean Warner.
But why did this person ntion her brother again?
"At that ti, Sean was the most outstanding among us, whether in academics or family background, far exceeding us. Many girls in the school liked him, but his grandfather wouldn’t allow him to associate with these ordinary girls, solely intent on grooming him as The Warner’s heir."
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