Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 136: Suspecting Mason Jacobs

Assistant Harris was also sweating profusely. He hesitated for a few seconds before summoning the courage to speak, "President Fitzwilliam, the situation in Dawnhaven Village is unclear. We don’t know how many people there might be his accomplices. It’s too dangerous to enter the village. How about I take some people over instead?"

Zion Fitzwilliam stopped in his tracks, turning to look at him, "If you encounter danger, I am confident I can escape. Are you?"

Assistant Harris was at a loss for words; he wasn’t confident.

He was just a business secretary. Who else was like President Fitzwilliam, so perverse that as a businessman he also learned combat sports?

But he had an ace up his sleeve, and that was Miss Hale.

"If Miss Hale wakes and wants to see you, and you’re not there, wouldn’t that be bad?" Assistant Harris deliberately hesitated, "But it’s no big deal, at most a woman feeling a little disappointed in her vulnerable moment, nothing major."

Zion Fitzwilliam’s expression paused, then he changed his tone expressionlessly, "You take people over, bring more, pick whatever weapons you like, be alert, and make sure to bring people back, understand?"

Assistant Harris breathed a sigh of relief, nodding like a pecking chicken, "Rest assured, I will definitely bring them back for you!" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Everyone in the room also let out a sigh of relief.

After all, if the boss takes the risk personally and something happens, no one else could take care of this huge mess.

This night was destined to be a sleepless night.

Mason Jacobs drove around the village but didn’t find anything unusual. He started to get a bit irritated, placing a cigarette in his mouth, lighting it, and unconsciously reaching towards his back waist, only to retract his hand moments later, his eyes growing darker.

On his second turn onto the back street, he noticed a light suddenly flickered on in a courtyard at the end of an alleyway, and a tall figure quickly passed by the window before the light went out again.

Jeff Jenkins lay on the bed in the darkness, holding a cucumber he had just found, taking a bite.

Returning to the country this time, he took a huge risk. Mason Jacobs was constantly sending people to watch his whereabouts. He knew that if Mason Jacobs caught him, knowing Jacobs’ character, he wouldn’t survive.

Besides, there was an unknown power both domestically and abroad watching his movements too. Although they hadn’t identified his identity yet, they had caused him several troubles.

He spent his time abroad living in fear, changing locations every few days, fearing someone would catch him. When he left, he didn’t bring much of his domestic assets, and life was already hard abroad, not to mention having to hide constantly.

Living through robbery and begging was basic.

It was already that difficult abroad, returning home would be even worse; he might not even keep his life.

But he still came back.

His sister’s revenge day had not yet come, and he couldn’t find peace.

He and Ivy Jenkins grew up relying on each other, supporting each other through countless tough times. Later, he opened a body bag factory, Ivy graduated from college, and her outstanding work ability improved their lives.

Yet Ivy suddenly and quietly died.

Even if taking bribes was her fault, it shouldn’t be a death sentence. Calling it an accidental death, what accident could happen in a police station? Ivy was always very healthy; he didn’t believe a word of those excuses.

That woman called Elara Hale was not simple. Before Ivy’s incident, she was the one who exposed Ivy. Jeff tried to investigate her but was blocked as if by an invisible hand that protected her well. He increasingly suspected Ivy’s death was related to that woman.

If not directly, then definitely indirectly.

He wanted that woman to accompany Ivy to the grave!

He had prepared for this plan for a long time, afraid to use public transport back. He found a foreign contact to smuggle him back, not even entering Northgarde, spending all his money to get a desperate patsy to do this job.

To be safe, he also tampered with the dump truck, ensuring the patsy would die on the spot, leaving no trace.

Now, everything should have gone smoothly...

An out-of-control dump truck crashed head-on; that woman Elara Hale had no chance of surviving.

Jeff felt delighted, humming a little tune, planning to weather this storm, locate a middleman, secretly sell those hidden domestic properties, then take the money and leave; no one would ever find him again.

At that moment, faint footsteps suddenly sounded outside. Had he not lived with his head on a swivel for years, sensitive to sounds, he wouldn’t have heard it.

He sat up abruptly, sensing someone entering the room in the darkness. Without thinking, he swung his fist outwards, and the next second a blinding light flashed, making him unable to open his eyes!

Mason Jacobs stood at the doorway with a powerful flashlight, not even stepping inside. After confirming the person on the bed was his target, he unhesitantly drew a gun from his waistband, aiming it at him.

He cocked the gun, chambered a round, and pulled the trigger.

Jeff only had time to see Mason Jacobs, without any opportunity to speak before a bullet struck the center of his forehead.

Blood flowed, and he fell down in shock.

Mason Jacobs didn’t even spare him a glance, holstering his gun and turning away.

Having killed him, Mason felt much better, Jeff knew too many of his secrets; keeping him alive was like planting a landmine for himself.

He had made up his mind as soon as he silenced Ivy Jenkins, both siblings had to be silenced forever.

Secrets left with others were never as reassuring as those only in his hands.

He noticed that since he killed the person locked in the basement, he became increasingly calm about killing; before, he tried to minimize risks and dared not act lightly. Now, he discovered that dead people were actually the most convenient.

These things he should have done three years ago, no point sacrificing his marriage with Elara or even that with David Hales...

A ruthless gleam flashed in his eyes, but then he closed them. That person was not necessary, more so because Elara Hale was a much more suitable wife than Cecilia Quincy was; perhaps it was time to go with the flow.

Thinking of Cecilia Quincy, his eyes turned colder, his voice sinister, "Cece, I loved you so much; how could you do this to me?"

"With the main threat dealt with, next, I’ll focus entirely on tracking you down. You better hide well, because only once you’re dealt with, can I bring Elara Hale back."

He strode out of the courtyard, driving away.

Half an hour later, Assistant Harris arrived at the courtyard with his team.

After surveying the area, he walked out with a gloomy expression to call Zion Fitzwilliam.

"President Fitzwilliam, we came too late, the person is already dead."

Zion Fitzwilliam stood in Elara Hale’s ward, cautious not to disturb her rest, deliberately lowering his voice, asking, "Is the identity confirmed?"

It would be impossible to say he wasn’t disappointed. This time, with a professional team for quick analysis and fast response, he thought they could capture someone alive, yet still, they were a step too late.

But he wasn’t angry; this wasn’t enough to make him angry.

With leads, sooner or later, everything would be uncovered.

Assistant Harris has already arranged for the analysis and comparison, and quickly got the result, "It’s Jeff Jenkins, Ivy Jenkins’ brother. Last time when Zoe Chase’s mother and daughter were killed, there was a body bag made by his factory at the scene. We previously speculated that he was the killer."

Assistant Harris was puzzled, "But if he killed Zoe Chase’s mother and daughter to teach Chris Chase a lesson, how does Miss Hale become involved? She has nothing to do with them."

Zion Fitzwilliam stood by the window, one hand in the pocket of his dress pants, his expression indifferent, "Maybe he thinks Ivy Jenkins’ imprisonment is related to Elara, or maybe he’s being instructed by someone. I have a hunch that the person behind him might be Mason Jacobs."

Assistant Harris was startled, "Mason Jacobs? It can’t be, can it? Didn’t he just ask Miss Hale to remarry a few days ago..."

Realizing he misspoke, Assistant Harris wished he could slap himself and quickly corrected himself, "President Fitzwilliam, why suspect him? Because of love turning into hate?"

Zion Fitzwilliam didn’t explain.

He held more information than Assistant Harris, but actually had no clues pointing to Mason Jacobs.

It was just intuition and instinct.

The Hale family car accident, Mason Jacobs and Elara Hale’s marriage, Mason’s support for the Jenkins siblings, and, grandfather’s death, all started three years ago.

Among all this, Mason Jacobs seems like a link connecting the Hale Family and Jenkins Family.

Even if Mason Jacobs wasn’t the instigator of these events, he should still be related.

But there is no evidence, he needs proof.

Zion Fitzwilliam’s gaze deepened and instructed Assistant Harris, "After the site inspection results are out, give me a written report. Also, keep an eye on Mason Jacobs, see if you can retrieve his whereabouts tonight."

Assistant Harris responded, "Yes." and hung up the phone.

Within half an hour, the written report was sent, the on-site technicians analyzed and confirmed that the bullet model that killed Jeff Jenkins was a type that is easily bought on the black market, making it impossible to pinpoint the killer.

Aside from that, a track was extracted outside the small courtyard where the incident occurred, estimating from the tires it was a modified Mercedes SUV.

But there was no surveillance in the village, and after exiting the village, the surveillance cameras at nearby intersections were all malfunctioning.

The opponent indeed made arrangements earlier than he did, and was quick and cautious in his methods.

This is an elusive enemy hiding in the shadows.

After a busy night, aside from confirming that the person who acted against Elara Hale was Jeff Jenkins, nothing else could be said to have been gained.

And Jeff Jenkins, last time they had also dug thoroughly into him, aside from deepening suspicion towards Mason Jacobs, there was no progress.

When Elara Hale woke up the next day, whether it was her endurance that was better, or the pain had indeed lessened significantly, she felt it wasn’t as unbearable as the first day.

At noon, Joanne Carter came by after school to see her, the little girl probably found it hard, seeing her with tears in her eyes, Elara Hale comforted her, "I’m fine, really, your Aunt Hale has a big fate."

Joanne Carter pursed her lips and finally couldn’t hold back, sobbing, "Can you... be careful next time... such a serious... car accident... makes people worry... worried sick..."

Elara Hale quickly coaxed her, "Alright, alright, I know, don’t cry anymore, I promise I’ll be extremely careful in the future, don’t cry, don’t cry, look at this pout."

She spoke all the good words until finally Joanne Carter stopped crying.

Zion Fitzwilliam watched beside her, a barely perceptible curve rising at the corner of his mouth.

What will his children with Elara be like in the future? With Joanne Carter already here, it’s best if they have a son too, so he can have both a son and a daughter.

At that time, the four of them could live happily together, he didn’t dare to imagine finishing a busy day at work coming home to his wife and two children greeting him, how happy he would be.

"Uncle Fitzwilliam, Uncle Fitzwilliam!"

Joanne Carter’s calling pulled him back to reality.

Despite being distracted, Zion Fitzwilliam’s expression remained unchanged, looking up at her, "Hmm?"

"I have to go to school." Joanne Carter pouted, "Aunt Hale won’t let me stay to take care of her, she insists I go back to school."

Zion Fitzwilliam chuckled, "Go ahead, she’s doing it for your good, Aunt Hale has me watching over her, she’ll be fine."

Joanne Carter sighed like a little adult, slung on her backpack, and followed Zion Fitzwilliam away.

Zion Fitzwilliam sent Joanne Carter back, just stepped out of the elevator when he received a call from Grandma Fitzwilliam.

"Zion, I can’t go back, you need to come over." Grandma Fitzwilliam’s tone was a bit heavy, "In the Netherlands, traces of your grandfather before he disappeared have been found. I can’t handle it, and I don’t trust anyone else."

Zion Fitzwilliam paused, "Netherlands?"

Grandpa clearly went missing in Northgarde, how could he leave traces in the Netherlands? Were his previous speculations all wrong? Grandpa’s death had nothing to do with Mason Jacobs?

Many thoughts swiftly passed through his mind, but he didn’t show it, quietly saying, "Alright, I’ll head over this afternoon."

Grandma Fitzwilliam sighed, sounding a little aggrieved, "That old man, doesn’t let people have peace even after he passed. I had already bought tickets to go back to see my granddaughter-in-law, who would have thought at this critical moment there would be traces of him, how’s Elara’s health? Is she alright?"

Zion Fitzwilliam responded, "Hmm," "The injuries are not severe, she’s already recovered a lot today, much better than yesterday."

Yesterday, her face was white as a ghost, unable to move because of pain, and couldn’t eat.

Today she at least had energy, and even drank a bowl of soup at noon.

Just those words he didn’t tell Grandma. Grandma already worried about Elara, letting her know these things would only make her more concerned.

Grandma Fitzwilliam, hearing his words, scolded, "Such serious injuries, how could it be as light as you say? I knew you wouldn’t be considerate, Elara is a girl, emotionally fragile, you shouldn’t always think everything is alright, she’s not your subordinate, you need to be kind to have an opportunity, you know?"

Zion Fitzwilliam chuckled, only agreeing, "Got it, Grandma."

After hanging up, he returned to the ward, Elara Hale had napped for a while, was enthusiastically replying to her company’s colleagues’ messages, Vera Ford and Jean Dunn knew she had a car accident and were eagerly planning to visit her. She didn’t want to waste their time, yet couldn’t stop their sincerity.

Ultimately, Vera Ford and Jean Dunn ignored her obstruction and set a visit for tomorrow morning.

As soon as Zion Fitzwilliam entered, he saw her laughing, asking, "What’s making you so happy?"

"My colleagues are coming to see me." Elara Hale looked up and smiled at him, "Those two are hilarious, if you’re free tomorrow you can meet them."

Zion Fitzwilliam wanted to meet her friends, but unfortunately, he had to leave this afternoon.

Even though everything was arranged, and knowing she would be fine even if he wasn’t there, he still felt indescribably reluctant.

As Elara Hale spoke, she suddenly noticed Zion Fitzwilliam’s gaze on her... seemed different.