Chapter 965: Walk Out Alive

The search lasted all morning. Cayden, his face grim, returned with his subordinates in the afternoon. “We found nothing, Mr. Farwell,” he reported. Even Cory, an excellent private investigator, left Cayden wondering how he maintained contact with his employers. Cayden found no evidence of how the mastermind instructed Cory to spy on Roxanne, nor any proof exposing Cory’s profession.

Cory played the sympathy card. “Mr. Farwell, I told you no one instructed me,” he claimed. Lucian, having waited half a day for an answer he didn’t receive, glared furiously at Cory’s feigned innocence.

“If no one instructed you, why did you stalk her?” he demanded.

Cory blinked innocently. “Because I find Ms. Jarvis attractive. I was trying my hand at photography, taking pictures of her.” His earlier nervousness vanished, replaced by a newfound boldness after Cayden’s fruitless investigation.

Lucian’s rage simmered. He fixed Cory with a deadly glare. Cory, however, remained silent, standing impassively in the room.

“Mr. Farwell, what if we…” Cayden’s eyes hardened, unable to tolerate Cory’s disrespect. “There are many ways to interrogate a person. We’ll find one that makes him talk.”

Cory’s panic was palpable. He sensed the threat in Cayden’s voice.

Then, Lucian’s deep voice cut through the tension. “Release him.”

“Mr. Farwell!” Cayden protested. “How can we let him go? We haven't gotten anything from him! He deserves a lesson for his arrogance!”

Cory, equally stunned, couldn’t believe his ears.

Lucian repeated, “Release him!”

Seeing Lucian’s determined expression, Cayden reluctantly gestured to his subordinates. Cory, utterly unprepared for this turn of events, hesitated, unsure if his release was genuine.

Lucian’s impatient voice snapped him out of his stupor. “What are you waiting for? Scram!”

Cory, regaining his senses, bowed hastily. “All right, all right. I’ll leave now.” He stumbled backward and fled Lucian’s office.

Cayden’s fury erupted. “Mr. Farwell, are you just going to let him go? I’m sure he’s not innocent!”

Lucian gazed into the distance before replying, “Keep an eye on him. What’s the point of interrogating him? He won’t cooperate. Farwell Group may be influential, but we have no evidence against him.”

He was determined to gather evidence first.

Cayden understood instantly. Lucian wasn’t letting Cory go; he was letting his guard down to gather more information. Cayden’s anger subsided, and he ordered his men to follow Cory.

Meanwhile, Cory breathed a sigh of relief once outside the Farwell Group lobby. A seasoned private investigator, he’d heard rumors about Lucian’s ruthlessness. He’d expected to be killed. Escaping alive felt miraculous.