Chapter 610: Chapter 610



“It was Wade Potter. He ordered me to watch you closely.”

Joelle’s voice was icy as she prodded further. “And then? How did you relay information back to him?”

Gulping nervously, the man confessed, “I wrote letters.”

Joelle’s eyes narrowed skeptically.

“And you expect us to believe that letters were sufficient for timely updates?”

The man hastily defended himself.

“At first, I was skeptical too! He only instructed me to drop the letters in a mailbox, assuring me that I needn’t worry further. Every time I followed through, money was wired to me from abroad within two hours. Once, I watched from a distance and saw someone retrieve the letter. I believe that person works for Wade too.”

After pouring out his story, the man collapsed to his knees, pleading, “I’ve told you everything! Please, let me go!”

“That won’t be possible.” With a dismissive gesture, Adrian signaled for Callan to remove the man from the room.

Adrian then turned to Joelle, who seemed lost in thought.

“Joelle, any insights?”

Joelle frowned.

“Even if someone retrieves the letters immediately, it’s hard to believe Wade receives the information that quickly. He’s always one step ahead of us, anticipating our moves every time we travel abroad. It’s more than just coincidental.”

Adrian nodded in agreement.

“I’ve had the same suspicion. Let’s not make any hasty decisions. We’ll keep him as our informant. Since Rafael hasn’t reported back yet, it means we’re still ahead of Wade for now.”

“You’re right.”

The following day, Adrian decided to release the man, though not without ensuring his future cooperation through mild coercion.

Adrian instructed him to resume his reports to Wade, maintaining their usual routine. Over the next few weeks, they observed the mail collection and noticed a pattern.

A figure, disguised as a postal worker, selectively retrieved only one particular letter each time—an anomaly that didn’t escape Adrian’s sharp eye.

As time passed, Katherine’s wedding day drew closer, and her morning sickness worsened. Unable to cope with her fluctuating moods at home, Shawn often found himself driving her back to her parents’ house.

“I can’t handle this anymore.” Shawn vented his frustration to Agate and Turner.

“Last night, Katherine wanted cakes. I flew to the next city and bought every flavor they had, and she still wasn’t satisfied.”

“What did she say?” Agate asked, concern in her voice.

“She accused me of not knowing her well. Can you believe that?” Shawn’s tone was a mix of disbelief and exasperation. Agate and Turner exchanged a glance, initially prepared to side with their daughter, but Shawn’s story shifted their perspective.

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