Chapter 398 Being Followed
Chandler saw right through Lydia’s intentions the moment she started talking. He looked at her coldly. “Lydia, are you really trying to stir up trouble? Who do you think you are?”
Lydia’s face went pale. “Chandler, I’m telling the truth. Meryl is definitely…”
“Do you really think our relationship is anything like yours with Dalton? Full of distrust and manipulation?” His eyes made it clear that he found her repulsive. “Once I married Meryl, I vowed to trust her. A lot of people wear the same perfume. What’s your point?”
“Chandler…”
“You should be more concerned about keeping your man’s attention on you. I can stop him this time, but next time, you might not be so lucky.” With that, he turned and walked away.
Lydia watched him leave, biting her lip in frustration. She couldn’t understand why Meryl always seemed to have the upper hand.
Jealousy and anger surged within Lydia, and her lips turned white from the pressure as she desperately searched for a way to change her circumstances.
Meanwhile, Dalton sat in his car, one window partially rolled down, a cigarette dangling from his fingers as he leaned out. Meryl had told him that she’d only consider getting back together if he divorced Lydia. He knew this opportunity might not come again. But thanks to Chandler, his plan to divorce had just hit another roadblock. He could pressure Lydia to sign the divorce papers, but he was concerned that pushing too hard would raise Chandler’s suspicions. After all, he still had Meryl in his grasp, and Chandler was completely unaware of that fact. Dalton was feeling frustrated and ended up at a bar to drink away his troubles.
Meanwhile, Chandler was discreetly watching him from a distance.
Dalton drank until the early hours of the morning, and Chandler patiently waited in his car the whole time. When Dalton finally stumbled out of the bar, Chandler squinted, recognizing his chance, and started his car to follow him.
As they drove through the dark streets, Dalton sat in the back seat, rubbing his temples. He was still trying to figure out how to face Meryl when he returned. He never imagined that breaking things off with Lydia would be this complicated. After a bit of driving, Dalton noticed a sandwich shop on the side of the road. It had been around since his school days. It was popular, especially since Meryl used to stop by frequently. He instructed the driver to pull over, hopped out, and bought two sandwiches, wrapping them up carefully for the ride. To keep them warm, he asked the driver to turn on the heater.
Back on the road, they continued for about three more miles before stopping in a dimly lit area without any surveillance cameras. Dalton got out, clutching the sandwiches, and glanced around before switching to another car. The two vehicles then sped off in opposite directions.
Chandler, watching the scene unfold from a distance, couldn’t help but smirk as he lit a cigarette. In that low light, it was hard for most people to tell which car Dalton was in, but for someone like him, who had tracked down countless criminals, it was a piece of cake. Without a moment’s hesitation, he followed the first car that started moving again.
After another two miles, the lead car came to a stop. This time, four other cars waited in the shadows. Chandler could always pinpoint which car Dalton was in. However, when Dalton attempted to switch cars for the fourth time, something unexpected happened.