"So they’re not assassins then. Assassinators would try to cover their identity with a mask and wouldn’t dress in suits," Traciemented. She was an assassin herself, and when she needed to get rid of her targets, she was always dressed in something morefortable and flexible in case she needed to fight a group of people. For the men to dress in suits, which is a restricting outfit, they had already concluded that Arabe would be easy to handle, and indeed, she was. "Did you see anyone else?" She asked.


    Fiona’s blood ran cold for a moment. But since she’d already started talking, she might as well say everything she had in mind and not stop halfway.


    "When the men were done, they came out of the bush but didn’t leave." Fiona’s focus went into space as she tried to recall every single thing she’d witnessed that night. "They were waiting for someone. It wasn’t long before another car arrived and a man came out. His back was facing me so I couldn’t see his face no matter how I tried. But..."


    "But what?" Tracie almost snapped but she stopped herself.


    "I recognize his back and his posture. He was someone I’ve interacted with before and I know him."


    "So who is he?" Tracie urged.


    "Like I said, I didn’t see his face so I might be wrong. He seemed to be...Mr. Wace." Then Fiona exploded into loads of tears. "I could be wrong, but he sounded like Mr. Wace which is impossible since Mr. Wace wouldn’t have ordered a bunch of people to get rid of his son’s girlfriend right?" She asked, looking at Tracie who’d suddenly gone quiet.


    Tracie was beyond shocked when she heard Fiona mention Mr. Wace’s name. Indeed the man had been acting suspiciously and he was on their lists, but what were the chances that he would order his men to get rid of Arabe? What would he gain from doing such a thing?


    Loads of questions flooded Tracie’s mind and she didn’t even know where to start. Arabe was only an ordinary girl, but...why?


    Mr. Wace didn’t approve of the rtionship. But a father wouldn’t be wicked enough to get rid of his son’s girlfriend permanently just because she was a middle-ss girl, right? Tracie couldn’t help but wonder.


    "So what did he do?" Tracie asked, her thoughts still wandering around.


    "He went in there and came out a few minutester. Then he and the rest of the men drove away. Arabe never came out and I was too terrified to go in there, so I went back home."


    Tracie tried to analyze Fiona’s words.


    ording to what Xavier had told her, his ring was found on Arabe’s body. Only someone who was able to get his hands on Xavier’s ring would be able to frame him. And that person could be...Mr. Wace.