Towards late afternoon, Marshall got the news that the two cars which were tailing Katherine turned out
to be fake-licensed cars, and now they were dumped near a junkyard in the suburbs. Seemingly, these
two cars were discarded after the fact just as how the car was dealt with when Margaret was kidnapped
last time.
Marshall didn’t go to see those two cars in person, but asked his men to check if there was any useful
information on them. However, there was none. After all, the tailers were spotted halfway, and of
course they would get rid of the cars as soon as possible.
Marshall was working in his office at this moment. He looked at the clock and found that it was almost
time to get off. A while ago, he texted Clara back and they agreed on a place to meet. Instinct told him
that Clara had something to tell him. Therefore, he called Katherine, telling her that he had to meet
Clara to discuss something, but it seemed that Katherine didn’t care about it at all, saying, "Alright, go
ahead. Don’t worry about me."
Somehow, Marshall felt a little upset hearing that. He told Katherine he was about to meet Clara, but
she wasn’t jealous at all, as if she had total confidence in him. His frustration wasn’t eased until he saw
Clara.
Different from before, Clara dressed herself in a simple way today.
The two of them met in a coffee shop and ordered two cups of coffee. It seemed that neither of them
intended to stay for long.
Marshall cut to the chase. "What is it? Do you have something to tell me?"
Clara showed him the pictures on her phone. "I can’t figure it out. Can you look into it for me? I can’t do
it myself."
Marshall didn’t look at her phone, but stared at her. "Do you trust me?"
Clara nodded and replied sincerely, "Look at me. I have no one else. You’re the only one I trust." She
leaned back in the chair, looking lonely, and went on, "I have no friends either. I haven’t had time to
make friends since childhood." She was taught to be a lady, and a lady should be careful about her
every move. She couldn’t be open with anyone, nor could she fit in with others. She had attended many
dinner parties with her mother before, but she didn’t attend them for nothing, or rather, each lady went
to a party for her own purpose. Hence, no one made true friends on that kind of occasions.
Clara had done some soul-searching these days and found that Katherine was better than her in some
ways. Katherine had Hector, and Kyle, who would do anything for her. Last night, Clara suddenly
remembered when she was picking a dress for herself, Kyle tore apart the dress she liked to support
Katherine. Clara was furious at that time, but now she had to admit she actually envied Katherine.
Kyle was known for his stubbornness, and didn’t care about anyone’s feelings. He was even mean to
his own father, but he would always stick up for Katherine.
Clara shuddered to think about it, because if she did, she would realize that her life was actually more
miserable than she imagined.
Marshall took her phone and had a look at it. The contents in the pictures were quite informative, and
the amount of income in the financial statements was already huge. Furthermore, there was nothing
but some numeric codes in the "order detail" column, and no one understood what they meant. The
reason the books were kept this way must be because they were about some shady business.
Marshall looked up at Clara immediately and asked, "Where did you get these stuff from?"
Clara turned to Marshall and replied after a long pause, "From my grandfather’s safe."
Frowning, Marshall reminded her, "I might get the Henderson family into trouble if I get to the bottom of
this."
Clara smiled. "Even if you don’t, the Henderson family will get into trouble anyway."
Anyone who was involved in such shady business was doomed, not to mention that they made it big. It
was just a matter of time before they were exposed. Clara would rather have someone she trusted look
into it than be exposed by someone else when she was unprepared. At least, she had the initiative
now.
Marshall sent those pictures to himself and said, "If there’s any problem, I’ll tell you in advance so that
you’ll have time to deal with it."
Clara nodded. "OK, I see."
Now that they had done talking, the two of them came out of the coffee shop and went back to their
respective homes.
Marshall drove back to the Grant Residence. When he arrived, Katherine had already finished her
dinner and was sitting in the garden. Marshall walked out of the main building and came up to her. He
could see her stretching her arms comfortably from afar. It seemed that she didn’t take to heart his
meeting with Clara in the evening at all.
Now Katherine’s underbelly had grown larger and one could tell she was pregnant at a glance.
Marshall stared at her for some time before he walked up to her. "You didn’t wait for me to have dinner
with you."
Katherine shot a glance at him. "You’re an adult now, and you can have dinner on your own. Don’t you
have dinner alone?"
Marshall sucked his teeth and replied, "I’ve talked a lot with Clara today."
Katherine grunted with perfect nonchalance.
Marshall failed to get the answer he had longed for, adding, "I didn’t expect her to have so much
confidence in me."
Katherine gave a smile. "Not only does she have confidence in you, but she also loves you."
Marshall was in a better mood as he heard that because now Katherine sounded jealous. He pinched
her cheek and asked, "What? Are you jealous?"
Katherine sneered, "Don’t flatter yourself. I was only teasing." She threw Marshall’s hand away and
said as she walked towards the main building, "What were you two talking about? Since you want to
talk about it so badly, I might as well ask you about it."
Marshall curled his lips, feeling frustrated again. Katherine would never fulfill him emotionally, but only
brush him off.
Marshall told her about those pictures Clara showed him.
Katherine didn’t know much about financial statements, but she was a little surprised. "Something
wrong with those papers?"
Marshall replied, "Yes. I suspect they have something to do with the private bank I investigated before."
As far as he knew, the driver who had tailed him was imprisoned for affray. However, another theory
was that they were actually making a deal at that time. If it were true, it must have been some shady
business, and that would explain those weird financial statements.
To conclude, the Henderson family ran a private bank secretly. Or rather, they used the private bank to
cover up the illegal business they were doing under the table.
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