Chapter 62
In the hushed room, Caleb was practically frozen on the bed. It wasn’t until the first streaks of dawn crept in, scattering the shadows, that he showed any sign of life with a twitch.
he accusation from yesterday looped in his head. “Caleb, aren’t you the one with someone new?” He lifted his hand, staring at a faint bruise—an unwanted souvenir. Was he really the one who’d found someone new? This whole divorce mess… was it truly what he wanted?
The shrill ringtone suddenly sounded. Caleb searched for a long time before suddenly realizing that his phone had fallen near the door,
He answered, “What’s up?”
On the other end of the phone. Colin was taken aback upon hearing his hoarse, suppressed voice. “Mr. Mercer? Are you alright?” he asked.
Caleb cleared his throat and said, “Just get straight to the point!”
“Someone messed with the shipment out in the suburbs.” Colin’s explanation was cut off by a clicking busy tone. He shrugged as he stationed himself on the outskirts. Caleb would probably be there shortly.
Amidst the dust flying, a sharp screeching of brakes was heard. Colin hurriedly went to open the car door. “Mr. Mercer.”
“What’s going on?” Caleb frowned as he looked at the barren mountain before him. There were not many in Glovia who knew that he was planning to offload the goods. After pondering, he could roughly guess who had come to provoke him “Did David come yesterday?”
“Yes. At five o’clock yesterday afternoon, David took advantage of the shift change of our people and brought a few people into the cave. And…
“And what”
Colin fished out his keys, unlocked the door, and as he swung it open, he said, “Looks like they brought someone along too. All the cameras en route were messed with. We’re still in the dark about who it is
Caleb stopped dead in his tracks and narrowed his eyes, his tone frosty, “You don’t know who it is?”
Standing by Caleb’s side, Colin stayed silent and gave a mute nod.
Caleb was crisp in response, “Well then, keep digging. How many insiders could David possibly have?”
He began to inspect the cargo methodically. “Everything seems to be accounted for. Looks like they’re just getting into cahoots, not on the same page yet. Has our contact arrived?*
Before he could finish, footsteps echoed from the doorway. Felix donning a sharp suit and with deliberate footfalls entered the room. Caleb, recognizing the routine, eased his tense expression.
“Mr. Mercer, is the shipment all intact? Felix’s face was set in a stern mask, and he spoke with a flat, dispassionate cadence.
