Right then, a notification chime broke the silence. Aria's lips curved into a devious smile. "We have more work to do now."Simon had confusion written across his face. But without explanation, Aria rose from her seat and headed for the door, answering Hans's call as she moved. "It was just like what you've predicted. Virgil Jastrow—one of the race's major sponsors—invited Ross for a lunch meet-up a few days before the race. Nobody knew what they discussed, but Ross walked out looking like he'd already been handed the trophy." Hans concluded firmly, "They must have struck a deal." Aria was not surprised. She had told Hans to investigate this because it was strange how the crime scene was cleaned up so thoroughly after incidents like this happened during the rally. It could only mean that the organizers or sponsors were involved in this. She slipped on her helmet and tossed a matching one to Simon in the back seat. The helmets featured built-in Bluetooth earpieces, which made t
The rain poured harder as Leon and Clary spoke. Clary had no idea why the weather changed so suddenly. She just smiled and said, "If you miss Ms. Carver, just call her more often. You're siblings after all." "Aria's too busy. I don't want to add to her stress." Leon couldn't hide the pride in his voice. "Let's go grab some food." Clary knew how close the Carver siblings were. She held the umbrella over him. Just then, an actress still wearing her wedding dress from the scene approached them. She called softly, "Mr. Carver." Leon paused and turned around. "Yes?" "Nothing really. I just wanted to thank you. If it weren't for you, I would've had to take so many more slaps for that scene." She was referring to the movie scene. Leon shrugged it off. "I was just doing my job." With that, he and Clary climbed into the MPV and left the set. Clary seemed troubled. Not wanting to beat around the bush, she said, "You know how famous you are. You're a huge star, and everyone want
Someone had set up a manifestation here. Their goal couldn't have been simply to have someone die in a crash. They wanted Ross to die with everyone watching, to show that he was killed by Rafael. This was a setup targeting Rafael. With this realization, Aria tightened her grip, quietly slipping the red thread into her pocket without alerting anyone. The case had attracted a lot of attention. After all, Rafael was an international racing star with massive fame. The deceased was no ordinary person either—Ross was another celebrated racer with countless fans. His death in Farshya would spark international tension if they couldn't produce solid evidence, and the public wouldn't be satisfied with it. She needed solid proof to defend Rafael. Since the ghoststring coins were connected to Ross, she had to investigate his relationships thoroughly. Without hesitation, Aria left the scene and immediately called Hans. "I need you to look into someone—an international racer called Ross Br
At the same time, Aria arrived at the accident site on her Tomahawk. The site had been cordoned off with police tape. Investigators combed the area while reporters hovered at the edges, hungry for a story. Around the media, Aria had to keep a low profile. She knew how challenging this case would be. If an investigation were conducted under public scrutiny, she would have to balance pressure from all sides. Making matters worse, Rafael stood at the center of this storm. She would need to tread carefully. Aria approached an officer standing by the police tape and pulled out her credentials. "Hello, I'm Rafael Carver's lawyer. I'd like to examine the scene." The officer glanced at her ID before lifting the tape. "Go ahead." He handed her a pair of gloves. "Wear these. Don't contaminate anything." Aria nodded and said, "Of course." She walked into the cordoned area where the investigation team had just finished their report. She approached them. "Hello, I'm Rafael Carver's la
Back in the interrogation room, Jerry, the officer who had questioned Rafael earlier, stared at his returned suspect. "You just had to waste that half hour. Your lawyer can't help you anyway." Rafael replied calmly, "My lawyer will find the evidence." Jerry's voice turned cold as he said, "There's solid evidence. We have witnesses and physical proof. This case will be closed before you know it! "You should just save everyone some time and confess to what you did!" Rafael noticed how urgent Jerry was to secure a conviction, so he firmly said, "The investigation has barely started. You seem to be in quite a rush." Furious, Jerry said, "We're trying to make you face what you've done! Your denial only proves this was a targeted attack against the victim! Since you won't talk, just sit here and think about it while you wait for your sentencing!" With that, Jerry stormed out of the interrogation room. Once outside the station, he climbed into his car and made a call. The voice
Rafael froze when he heard those words. In racing, racers typically would not slow down at curves, but such a serious accident shouldn't happen. This wasn't the first time Ross had tried to dodge him on purpose. The committee definitely had records of it—this kind of situation had happened before. Rafael always managed to overtake from the outside, and according to his calculations, he shouldn't have hit the other car at all. What happened today was just too strange. Rafael seemed to realize something. He paused, and when he looked up again, his voice was flat. "I need to see my lawyer now." He trusted no one except Aria. With that thought, he slowly closed his eyes. The interrogating officer grew angry when he saw Rafael wouldn't cooperate. "Do you know where you are? Confess and we'll go easy on you. Resist and we'll be harsh!" Just then, the door opened. The person at the door called inside, "Jerry, Rafael Carver's lawyer is here." Jerry Maddon spoke coldly. "Fine, you c