When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 600: Clues

"President Lancaster, the hospital surveillance has been restored. Following the clues provided by Dr. Wyatt Lane, we found a sowhat matching surveillance footage."

Adrian Lancaster held his breath, every cell in his body tensed and excited. He didn’t interrupt and listened as the other person continued—

"We saw a man wearing a duckbill cap in the surveillance, indeed eting Dr. Lane at the stairwell corner. We traced him from the surveillance, also discovering he ca from a rented apartnt, rented for only ten days at a high price."

"Very good, copy the surveillance onto a USB, enhance the clarity, and send it to my ho," Adrian Lancaster finally saw hope, knowing that hard work pays off.

The other person replied, "President Lancaster, I’m already at your doorstep."

"Alright, I’m heading back now, on the way."

"No rush, drive safely."

It must be said, Adrian Lancaster’s team efficiency is really high, and they always complete unassigned yet necessary tasks in advance.

Faye Turner watched as he put down his phone, she didn’t ask anything.

Adrian Lancaster took the initiative to share this good news with her, and Faye was also excited upon hearing it.

Both believed that finding the man in the duckbill cap threatening Dr. Wyatt Lane could reveal who truly wanted their father dead.

Perhaps it could also uncover the truth about the car accident.

Finding the whereabouts of his father is certainly important, but uncovering the truth of the accident is equally crucial.

Back ho, Adrian Lancaster led his subordinate into the living room.

He impatiently brought out his computer and inserted the USB handed by his subordinate.

Despite this, the image quality was not very clear, given so much ti had passed; it was already good enough to have it restored.

Everyone could only see on the screen a man wearing a duckbill cap, relatively burly, slightly taller than Wyatt Lane, estimated to be around 1.8 ters tall.

"President Lancaster, we’ve already done our best," the other person stood beside, saying apologetically.

Faye Turner lifted her eyes, her gaze gentle, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It’s our duty, Madam," he replied softly.

"Can we find his rental information now?" Adrian Lancaster asked.

"We did, through a rental agency. He only rented for ten days, but the landlord is not in Argent, and the place has since been demolished. The landlord changed phone numbers, but with so effort, we can trace the landlord’s whereabouts."

Adrian Lancaster inquired, "Does the rental agency have any information on this man?"

"The na was fake, and no ID was needed at that ti; even the phone number provided had one extra digit. Now it depends on whether the landlord had any dealings with him."

"Alright, keep on checking, please."

The man in the surveillance footage, although wearing a cap and possibly a mask, was indistinct, but Adrian Lancaster morized the way he walked.

If he sees him again, he would definitely recognize him!

After his subordinate left, he repeatedly reviewed the surveillance footage, deeply engraving so details into his mind.

He had a hunch, this man was the breakthrough.

That night, in his study, Adrian Lancaster sorted out many clues and details, listing all the data they currently possessed.

In the evening, Rachel Sherman left the newspaper office, and as she held her phone, looking at the words on it, her heart was a mix of emotions.

It was from Chase Fletcher, she didn’t reply, put her phone back in her bag, and sat in a taxi to go ho.

Turning her gaze out to the snowy scene outside the window, her eyes were full of bewildernt.

In fact, she was also troubled.

About twenty minutes later.

The taxi stopped at the gate of her newly purchased residential complex. Rachel cleared her thoughts, "Thank you, driver, it’ll be automatically paid."

"Alright, take care," the driver was also a very friendly person.

Rachel opened the door and got out of the car, and as she walked into the complex and reached downstairs, she saw from a distance the tall figure of Chase Fletcher standing there.

His tall stature at 1.85 ters, dressed in a long black coat with a black and white plaid scarf, looked very stylish.

Rachel slowed her pace and stopped about five ters away from him.

The street lamp emitted a warm yellow light, enveloping both of them, the ground covered in pristine snow, and in the backlight, Rachel couldn’t see his face clearly.

Purposely not replying to his ssages and having been working overti to avoid him for several days, she didn’t expect... to still not avoid him.