Chapter 389
Chapter 389:
Janice’s eyes narrowed, a cold, sharp glint flickering in their depths.
Leonidas was as erratic and dangerous as ever. First, a dramatic gift to announce his return, and now an ambush on Leah during her journey home.
“Aiden had Braylen tail him?” she murmured.
That twist caught her off guard.
Letting out a small sigh, she loosened her posture and dialed Leah’s number.
“Janice! Finally, you’re up.” The phone barely rang once before Leah answered.
“Leah, please don’t tell me you’ve been up all night.”
“Janice, I’m really frightened.”
“You have nothing to worry about.”
Janice spoke in a steady, soothing tone, her words carrying reassurance that immediately eased Leah’s anxious heart.
“We were only kids back then. All we could manage was to force him out of the orphanage,” Janice said, her tone sharp and resolute. “But now? If he so much as touches any of you, I’ll make him regret it.”
“Have Prescott track his movements.”
Janice understood that Leonidas was a looming threat. Without a clear idea of where he was or what he was planning, he could strike out of nowhere again—just as he had the night before.
Keeping tabs on him wasn’t just smart; it was necessary to shift from reacting to acting.
“I already had Prescott start digging the moment we got back,” Leah admitted. “But Leonidas is incredibly skilled at covering his tracks. Even Prescott hasn’t been able to pinpoint his location.”
Janice frowned slightly, realizing how messy the situation was becoming. “For now, get some rest. You’ve been up all night worrying, haven’t you?”
“I just needed to hear you say everything would be okay first.”
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Janice let out a small sigh, her lips quirking into a faint smile. “Are you feeling better now?”
“Yeah. Goodbye, Janice.”
Janice exhaled deeply after ending the call.
As she was about to get up and start her day, Prescott called.
“Prescott, what is it?”
“Janice, you wanted me to investigate the White family from Cloverhill, correct? I’ve got most of the details and figured I’d update you.”
Janice arched a brow, impressed by Prescott’s speed and thoroughness. “Let’s hear it.”
“Twenty years ago, the White family was at the pinnacle of Cloverhill’s elite—untouchable, or so it seemed. Then, out of nowhere, everything fell apart. It’s rumored they angered the wrong people because the other major powers in the city ganged up on them. Their company shares were driven into the ground, and their personal lives unraveled just as quickly. Within two years, the family crumbled completely. The head of the family and his wife died during the fallout, both under tragic circumstances. The wife had just given birth before she passed away not long after.”
Janice’s fingers tightened around her phone as an unreadable glint sparked in her eyes. “And the baby? What happened to the child?”
“That’s the one detail I couldn’t uncover.”
Prescott was upfront. Despite his thorough investigation, the child’s trail had completely disappeared.
It reminded Janice of Aiden—his precision and how far he’d push for answers. Who else would even consider questioning local residents about events that had happened many years ago?
Most people would dismiss the idea entirely, believing such memories to be too faint or unreliable to hold any value. Still, Aiden uncovered critical pieces of the puzzle, proving once again how resourceful he truly was.
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