Chapter 117 The Hunt Begins
Chapter 117 The Hunt Begins
Tracy quickly changed the subject. “Grandpa, what caught your eye earlier?”
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Ever since Andrew became the CEO of Jackman Enterprise, Franklin kept out ofpany affairs, even though he still owned shares.
Especially after Walter’s ident, Franklin hardly had the heart <i>to </i>worry about business.
Franklin could tell she was embarrassed, so he just smoothed out his shirt without teasing her about it.
He handed Tracy the documents from beside him. “Take a look at this.”
The content of the documents wasn’t what Tracy had expected–it was an investigation into Walter’s ident.
Right after the crash, Tracy sent people to look into it.
But now that she wasn’t the Jackmans‘ heiress anymore, shecked the resources. All she uncovered was proof that Erin had schemed with that waiter.
Tracy quickly scanned through the document contents, her forehead creasing in a deep frown.
Even though her major was art, she’d picked up a lot about business from Franklin. growing up. She read through the report in a moment.
“An ident? There’s no way that was just an ident.”
Walter had brought his most reliable team along. They were sharp and careful, so there’s no way they’d wait so long to check in–especially right in the middle of Franklin’s birthday bash.
Then there was the truck driver who caused the wreck.
His son was gravely ill and needed cash for surgery badly. When he was desperate, he got a sudden call about a donor willing to help. He got excited and sped home
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to tell his family. But in his rush to beat the red light by a couple of seconds, the awful crash urred.
The donor turned out to be a well–known local phnthropist.
Besides the truck driver’s family, several others received donations around the same time.
It all lined up as a string of perfect coincidences, with zero red gs—just like a textbook ident.
But Tracy’s gut screamed that it wasn’t that straightforward.
She recalled herst call with Walter, when Erin was eavesdropping outside. He’d warned her to watch out for Erin.
She was convinced the crash was somehow connected to Erin.
Franklin saw the look on her face and understood her thoughts. “You think this wasn’t just an ident, too?”
Picking up on the “too” in his question, Tracy nodded.
But voicing her suspicions about Erin felt tricky.
She knew Franklin had never truly warmed to Erin, but they were still grandfather and granddaughter by blood. Tracy never wanted to make him choose between her and Erin.
It had always been Franklin who backed her without question.
Franklin patted her head affectionately. “You’ve always been so sharp, my dear Tracy. I trust you to handle this investigation.”
He was getting on in years and sensed he didn’t have much time left.
They needed to dig deep into Walter’s crash, and Tracy would need support down
the road.
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He had to set things up for her while he could.
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Franklin kept these thoughts to himself, but Tracy wasn’t the innocent Jackman heiress from two years ago anymore. She could read between the lines easily.
Her eyes welled up again. She blinked back the tears and squeezed Franklin’s hand. “Don’t worry, Grandpa. I’ll get to the bottom of this for sure.” Walter had left Cloudville because of her troubles. She felt responsible for what happened to him, so she owed it to him to uncover the truth.
As Franklin’s condition improved and he appeared at Walter’s funeral, the public chatter finally quieted.
The whole thing was ruled an “ident,” but Tracy kept digging quietly. She used the influence Franklin lent her to chase the real story behind the crash.
No matter how hard she looked, no clues turned up. Even investigating around Erin led nowhere.
It all seemed perfect, like it truly was an ident.
But that very perfection made Tracy suspicious. She kept going with the search
anyway.
While investigating Walter’s crash, Tracy also used Franklin’s connections to track down someone else.
It was a ssmate named Patricia from her year at Sunderpeak High School. She’d transferred out abruptly right before the SATs.
Tracy had made it out of Angelic Etiquette Academy alive to honor the unfinished dreams of those who didn’t.
Patricia was the girl that guy cared about endlessly and worried about nonstop.
He had a message he wanted Tracy to pass on to her.
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With all this on her te, Tracy’s days were split between visiting Franklin in the hospital and hustling around town. She hadn’t set foot in the Jackman Vi in ages.
That chilly, unweing house wasn’t somewhere she cared <i>to </i>go back to anyway.
When she was wiped out from all the running around, she’d stay at her rented apartment instead.
What she didn’t know was that Andrew, who’d been pullingte nights at the office searching for her, had started heading home early the past few days to wait for her. But she never showed.
Andrew hadn’t forgotten his vow to support Erin.
Tracy was hardly ever around, and he’d been swamped stabilizing thepany after Walter’s death. That put things on hold until now.
Finally catching a break, he let his pent–up frustration loose. He tracked down Tracy’s location to face her head–on.
But he never imagined she’d be living with some guy behind everyone’s back—and in such a run–down, shabby ce!
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