A month ago, the bar had changed owners as it was bought by the gorgeously handsome man before him. From then on, the bar was only open whenever the man felt like it, although he spent most of the time drinking alone in the bar.
At one time, the ladies who came to the bar were captivated by his charming good looks, but they all ended up fearing him, especially those who tried to approach him. He not only had a cold shoulder, but he greeted those women with a frosty, scathing look. It wasn’t enjoyable to be scrutinized under the man’s gaze, which would freeze a person from head to toe as if skinning them alive.
The man being described was Arthur Weiss, the mysterious young man of noble descent who had been looking for his family heirloom.
“Young Master Weiss, we’ll surely find her,” the bodyguard said in an effort to
comfort him.
Arthur’s patience was running out. He had tried everything he could, but he couldn’t find the thief’s whereabouts at all. He had checked the bar’s surveillance footage, as well as surveillance footage of the road, but the young lady was so heavily made-up that there was no way of knowing what she really looked like.
He had considered going to the police, but he didn’t want the loss of his family heirloom to be made public, fearing that the thief might destroy the heirloom if she were to learn that it was an object of great importance. If that happened, even if he caught her, he might not be able to recover it. Therefore, he would rather let her keep the heirloom first and sort her out later when he found her.
Right now, he was waiting for the final piece of information-the cab driver who had driven her to the bar that night was found.
At this moment, a man in his early thirties came in after the bodyguard through the entrance. He had heard that the bar had closed down; it was once a paradise for the rich and the most
luxurious money-squandering establishment in town. He then saw a man sitting in a chair next to the bar counter. He was toying with a wine glass, and it was evident from the sound of the wine glass being swirled around that the man had superb bartending skills.
“Young Master Weiss, here’s the cab driver who drove that lady to the bar that night.”
Arthur had another of his men take out two bundles of cash. Then, he pushed the photo next to him toward the man, asking, “Do you remember this lady? The money is yours as long as you tell me where you picked her up.”
Seeing the heavily made-up young lady in the photo, the driver instantly remembered her. “Yes, yes, I do remember this lady. She was coming out of a restaurant when I picked her up.” “Did she say anything during the ride?”
“Yes, she did. She made a phone call. I remember it very well; she was crying her eyes out, seemingly telling her dad that she didn’t want to get married.”
Arthur felt that victory was in sight. “Can I have the video of the ride that night?”
The cab driver darted a look at the two bundles of cash before taking out his cell phone even more briskly. “Sure, sure. Let me find it for you right away.” Finally, he brought up precisely the video recording of that night.
Arthur looked at the young lady who had gotten into the cab in the video, and sure enough, she was none other than the female thief. I’ve got you at last, he thought.
The cab driver left immediately after getting the money.
On the other hand, Arthur was watching the video recording of that night. The cab ride lasted a total of 23 minutes. The somewhat blurry video showed that after getting into the cab, the young lady first stared blankly out of the car window for a long time.
Suddenly, her cell phone rang; she picked it up and answered, “Hey, Dad.”
Shortly after that, she got emotional and added, “I want to call off the engagement. I don’t want to get married… I just want to get married to the love of my life. I don’t want to get married to Christopher York.”
The person calling her then said something on the other end of the line, upon which she instantly burst into tears. and cried like a baby. After that, she hung up the phone and said to the cab driver, “Drive me to the most luxurious bar in the city.”
The man gave her a few words of comfort before mentioning the name of a bar, to which she replied, “Okay, drive me there.”
After that, she remained silent until getting out of the cab.
Christopher York, huh? A sneer flashed across Arthur’s face. At last, he had a clue about the young lady’s identity. “I want all the information about this lady in ten minutes.”
He had finally reached the limit of his patience.
After less than ten minutes, his bodyguard handed him an iPad. “Young Master Weiss, Christopher York is a well known rich dandy in Averna. Only one person has been rumored to be engaged to him this year, and her name is Sophia Goodwin.”
