Chapter 52: Chapter 52 - 52: Come Rest at My Place

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The two of them sat in the nanny car.

Kevin Clark arranged the food boxes layer by layer on the tableboard. There were fish, meat, shrimp, soup, and even cut fruits, including grapes peeled off.

“Give me your hand, I want to check it.” Kevin Clark said.

Daisy Zane extended her hand to him, glanced at his eyes to find that the corners of his eyes were once again reddened. He hadn’t got a good rest.

Kevin Clark held her wrist and pressed it. The swelling had subsided significantly: “Does it still hurt?”

“No pain.” Daisy Zane replied, holding a fork in her left hand, and ate a grape.

Kevin Clark glanced at her, doubting her two-word response: “You still need to apply the medicine.”

“Hmm.”

He didn’t quite believe her, so he added: “I will remind you when it’s time.”

Daisy Zane chewed the grapes in her mouth slowly, looking at Kevin Clark.

Normally, she wouldn’t care much about such a slight injury. It’s just that she didn’t care much when Kevin Clark told her to apply the medicine twice a day, morning and night.

Kevin Clark seemed to see through her thoughts, so that night, he called her exactly at eight o’clock to remind her to take the medicine.

Daisy Zane agreed, but Kevin Clark insisted on waiting until she finished applying the medicine before hanging up the phone.

That night, it took her more than ten minutes to find the two tubes of ointment, which finally turned up in the laundry basket.

She didn’t notice when she was sorting out the clothes, and the tubes of medicine were tossed inside with the clothes.

After that day, Kevin Clark started to video call her promptly at eight, morning and night, watching her apply the medicine.

“Is the grape sweet?” Kevin Clark put his hand back on her leg.

“Hmm.”

Kevin Clark gave a small smile and handed her the chopsticks: “Eat first.”

Daisy Zane took the chopsticks, took a bite of her meal, and after swallowing, she asked, “Are you done with work?”

“Not yet.” Kevin Clark carefully removed the fish bones for her. Hearing her question, the corners of his mouth slightly turned upward, “In two days’ time, I have managed to interrogate the arrested persons around the clock. However, no valuable information has been obtained.’

Daisy Zane paused her hand for a moment, she didn’t expect him to share so much with her.

Kevin Clark put some vegetables on her plate and continued, “On that night at the brick factory, a total of six trucks unloaded fourteen boxes of goods. The six drivers who were responsible for the transportation came from six different villages, and they did not know each other.”

Daisy Zane frowned slightly.

“Eat your meal while listening, otherwise it will get cold.” Kevin Clark said.

Daisy Zane put the fish in her mouth and chewed slowly.

“According to their account, three years ago, someone suddenly came to their village and contacted them. They were told to wait in the village. If someone came to them with a truck, they would drive the truck to a designated location.” Kevin Clark said. “And once they completed a trip, they would be rewarded

50,000 USD.”

“Did you check their village?”

“Yes.” Kevin Clark put on disposable gloves and started to peel the shrimp. “All six villages were investigated. They are all at the same economic level and have no surveillance systems. After inquiring around, the villagers could not provide any unusual information. The only thing they knew was that the household responsible for the transport business was quite wealthy.”

“It’s normal for the countryside to lack surveillance systems, and for them to have a transport business. Moreover, no one would pay much attention if an extra truck comes or goes in the village… what about the license plate number of the truck?” Daisy Zane said.

“There was no license plate number.” Kevin Clark replied. “According to their accounts, when the truck was handed to them, it had no license plate number. Furthermore, these six villages and Red Cliff village are connected through small and even dirt paths. There were not only no CCTV cameras, but there were also no traffic lights on the roads.”

“It’s their painstaking efforts to carefully select, plan, and deploy.” Daisy Zane said with a cold voice.

“There is only so much they confessed.” Kevin Clark said, “Currently, it seems that the only thing that can be done is to keep investigating.”

“Before that batch of goods got into their hands, it must have passed through countless hands, turned over numerous locations and villages.” Daisy Zane poked at the rice in her bowl. “Who knows how many more groups of six people like them are out there handling layer after layer of work, and how many more locations are there like Red Cliff Village.”

It would take forever to wait for a thorough investigation.

Kevin Clark looked at her. Daisy Zane was very rational with clear logic. This rationality of hers gave him an extreme sense of feeling that it was as if she was emotionless.

Daisy looked up at him, their eyes meeting. Kevin’s eyebrows rose slightly, he looked at her openly, a smile in his eyes, appearing to be full of interest in her.

After a few seconds of their gaze locking, Daisy shifted her gaze and asked, “Where are the others? I saw a box of reports in the basement, who wrote them?”

“This honest?” Kevin laughed.

“Not really.” Daisy met his eyes again, “You discovered it yourself.”

Kevin Clark laughed again, but there was no amusement in his gaze; His glance skipped over her wrist and he said, “A group specifically recording reactions to the drug injection. They have some medical background, all of them are risk-takers who value money over their lives. They are obedient and don’t know anything.”

Daisy lowered her gaze to her food and did not speak again.

“Those reports were about to be transported away, but they were just intercepted,” Kevin said, “Would you like to take a look? I will let them submit them in a few days.”

Daisy raised her head to look at him, obviously scrutinizing him.

But Kevin just met her gaze openly, calm as ever.

After a while, Daisy stated directly, “I need to adjust the schedule with the director. ”

“Um.” Kevin said, “Let me know when you’ve settled the schedule, I will pick you up.”

As the female lead was finally established, Serena Buster signed a contract at the fastest speed and started filming.

To make up for the scenes of the female lead, Daisy had to work through the night; after that, the director gave her a break.

To put it nicely, they were letting her rest, but not so nicely, they were rushing to film the female lead’s scenes, so she was not needed anymore.

So, Daisy returned to Truro City the morning after filming had wrapped up.

She left at 8 0’clock in the morning, it was a little over four-hour drive, but she was stuck in traffic for two hours. By the time she arrived at Everlasting Palace, it was already past three in the afternoon.

Exiting the elevator, Daisy stood at the entrance of her door trying her fingerprint to unlock it. It didn’t open even after trying three times. Then she tried the password, but the password was incorrect.

Daisy:

She pressed the doorbell twice, no one answered from her side of the house, but there was the sound of a door opening from across the hall.

Daisy turned around.

Kevin, in his house clothes, looked somewhat surprised to see her, and lightly teased, “What’s up, can’t get into your own house?”

Daisy removed her mask and pulled out her cell phone, saying, “James Collins deleted my fingerprint and changed the password.”

Kevin kept a straight face as he pursed his lips, realizing the man had really made himself at home. He walked closer and asked, “Isn’t he coming back tomorrow?”

“Yes, one of the scenes got canceled, and I came back early.” Daisy said and then dialed James Collins’s number.

James answered the phone rather quickly which allowed Kevin to hear him excitedly yell “Sister” on the other end.

But… Daisy tried the new password James gave her three times, and it was wrong each time.

“James.” Daisy lightly called his name.

“Sister, sister, calm down, I’ll think, I’ll think about it.” James explained, “I was drunk that night, I can’t remember it very well. Let me think.”

Then James gave her another set of numbers, and even after Daisy input them, it was still incorrect.

As the incorrect password prompt entered the phone, James’s heart went cold. Before Daisy said anything, he conceded, “Sister! I was wrong! Wrong! I really…”

“Where are you?” The question was cold and resonant.

“I am not in Truro City.”

Daisy immediately hung up the phone.

Kevin was standing not far behind her, a slight smile crept onto his face. He picked up her suitcase and gently said, “Come to my place first, rest for a while.”

Suppressing the urge to kick the door, Daisy took a light breath and replied, “Sure..”