Chapter 96: Untraceable

Wendy said, “At first, I didn’t quite agree. The Harrison family’s situation is too complicated. Caesar had to fight tooth and nail just to inherit Typhoon Corp. I followed and dealt with it for over a year, and now Mario is in the picture, too.”

For people born into families like theirs, unless they were lucky like Wendy—born to loving parents with no tangled interests—everyone else had to start fighting from the moment they were born. Of course, one could choose to step away, take their share of company dividends, and live an ordinary, peaceful life. But Caesar and Mario were not like that. Everything had been theirs to begin with. So why should they be the ones kicked out in the end? Why should others squander the wealth that rightfully belonged to them while they became discarded pawns? At least Mario still had a vague claim to his name. But Caesar?

“The Meyers are completely collapsed now. Caesar’s the only one left. Now that the situation’s stabilized, he wants to move Typhoon Corp.’s headquarters back to Gennemont. That was actually my idea. His family business, of course, it needs to be close to home.”

Wendy understood this better than most. The Quinn Group was also an international company. But in the overseas branches, far from the center, everyone only respected the executive directors. When she, the CEO, visited, everyone just put on an act. That was when Wendy first felt a sense of crisis.

“All right. As long as you’ve thought it through. What can I help with?” Chase wanted to know Wendy’s next step.

Wendy said, “There’s someone in the Harrison family who’s lived too long. I know you have your doctor’s ethics, but… sometimes you need to bend a little.”

Chase nodded. “I understand.”

Mario’s true identity remained a secret; not many people knew about it. In Room 316, Aimee had fully recovered. Bernard gave the final approval that she could leave the hospital and recover at home. A follow-up check in three months would suffice. On the day she left, the room, usually filled with daily visitors, was unusually quiet. Aimee left alone with her belongings, looking fairly upbeat.

“I just don’t see what’s off about her,” Bernard entered Chase’s office, holding the patient’s records. “She’s just a regular journalist!”

Chase raised his eyebrows. “Nothing else?”

Naturally, this kind of thing fell to Finn. She had already resigned from Harrison mansion. Sammy had hired someone else for the caretaker job—this time, a professional.

The office landline rang. It was Sammy. Finn glanced at the pitch-black screen on her computer, where a few red dots moved slowly. While she answered the call, two of them had already exploded.

“Encrypted?” Finn’s lips curved into a smile. “Send it over. I’m busy catching fugitives for Waylon right now. Give me half an hour.”

There was a pause on the other end. “I didn’t know you were still working with Mr. Fred.”

“Oh, just got a new case. Said their team couldn’t get a lock on the targets. I gave it a try. Two down, three to go. Almost done.” Finn’s voice was laced with amusement.

Sammy sighed. “Fine. I’ve sent the file. Hurry up.”

All suspicious hospital personnel were sent to the Quinn Group first, then filtered by Sammy to land on Finn’s computer. There was nothing in this world Finn could not uncover, unless… it was someone who did not exist to begin with.

Finn pushed open Wendy’s door and directly threw the newly found information onto her desk, her face filled with frustration as she said, “This one popped out of a rock.”

Wendy was speechless. She lifted her eyes and looked at Finn. But Finn did not care. She leaned over the desk. “There’s no info I can’t dig up. Unless this person wasn’t born in a hospital. Otherwise, there would be records.”

But Aimee had none. And no one knew why Chase was so focused on her. Now that Finn had looked into it, sure enough, something was off.

Wendy dropped her gaze, deep in thought. If even Finn could not find anything, then it probably was not just encrypted; it was wiped.

“To erase birth records without me detecting it or restoring it, there are only three people capable of that. One’s from our country; the other two are abroad. They couldn’t be connected. And the one from here…” Finn’s voice trailed off. “Even less likely.”

Wendy called Chase to explain the situation. The information Finn found was not much more than what Sammy had provided, just a bit more detailed. The more they looked at it, the more they felt that Aimee’s life story was surprisingly simple.

“Finn can’t dig anything up?” Bernard was stunned.

Wendy had it on speaker. She looked at Finn with a smirk. The latter took the phone and held it to her lips. “Mr. Bernard, are you doubting me? Want to try it yourself?”