Chapter 655 Wilful Murder
Grace did not have time to say more. She got up quickly. "I have an urgent matter to attend to. I'm sorry."
However, Hazel followed her, clutching her documents. "Did you drive?"
Grace did not speak. She walked quickly as she looked at her phone.
"This is the peak rush hour around Fulton Group as all the employees are getting off work, and it won't be easy to get a cab."
Hazel grabbed her arm. "I drove. If you don't mind, I can give you a lift, Ms. Lewis."
Grace pursed her lips. She subconsciously wanted to resist Hazel's attempts at reconciliation, but she didn't have a better choice right now. "Thank you in advance."
Hazel's car wasn't as grand as Xander's, but she seemed very pleased with it. She maneuvered the steering wheel as she said, "I'm about to be sent to our branch company. I came to the secretariat office to do a handover today."
Grace hadn't expected Hazel to take the initiative to explain, so she was a little surprised. "You've worked hard."
Hazel glanced at her and said carefully, "Ms. Lewis, I'm really sorry about the incident at Fortress Club. I really didn't do it on purpose, but I know that it was because of me. I'm glad you didn't get hurt."
Grace felt conflicted. "I'm fine. Let's talk about this in future."
Hazel nodded and focused on driving.
When they reached the scene of the car accident, they saw smoke coming out of a car, while there was a motorbike fallen on the ground beside it.
Grace's heart skipped a beat. "Victor!"
"I'm here!" The voice came from the median strip. It was Victor. There was a graze on his forehead, and he looked resentful.
"What are you doing? I thought you knew how to drive! How did you get into a car accident?"
Grace was shocked. She grabbed him and looked him up and down.
"I'm fine. It's just a small injury. I was driving when this Harley Davidson just popped up out of nowhere."
"A Harley Davidson?" A female voice rang out beside them. "If you hadn't stopped at the red light, I would have passed long ago. You were the one who got me into this mess."
It was a bold, sassy-looking woman with a helmet in hand. There were grazes of varying degrees on her arm.
"You-"
"Alright, as long as you're okay," Grace interrupted quickly.
The traffic police arrived soon after that and asked them what had caused the accident. Then, they
examined Victor's driving licensen et
While they were questioning the woman, Grace finally had time to ask, "How was the blind date?"
Victor looked even unhappier. "The Jorsons told me that their daughter ran away."
Grace couldn't help bursting into laughter. "I never thought the day would come when you would get stood up by someone."
It must be a woman who was not interested in a marriage alliance either.
"I-hey, I'm Victor! I wouldn't have
gone on any blind dates at all if I did
not need to humor our family. How
could that Jorson woman stand me up"
"My name is Zara Jorson."
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"That's right. I think that's what her name was."
Victor agreed, but then realized that something was wrong.
The person who had said that was the woman who was being questioned.
She stood under the streetlight. Her face was bare, and she looked obstinate and defiant.
The traffic police had just asked her about her name and was moving on to the next question when Victor interrupted him. "Your name is Zara?"
The woman glared at him. "Do you have a problem with that?"
Victor looked again at her motorbike, which was still lying on the ground.
It had obviously been modified and must have cost tens of thousands. A woman from an ordinary family wouldn't have been able to afford it, unless-
Grace was having trouble suppressing her laughter. "Victor, did you just die a little bit inside?"
Victor looked up at the sky.
Zara stomped her foot, looking confused. "What do you mean by that!"
"Nothing. I just want to say that the accident you had wasn't undeserved." Victor squeezed out a smile.
Zara was furious. "Officer, this is wilful murder!"