Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 430

Caught off guard, I was just about to turn around when Hannah swiftly cautioned, "Don't look back!"

I glanced in the rear-view mirror and, sure enough, a white Volkswagen was trailing us at a consistent

distance. Hannah kept her cool, driving with deliberate nonchalance, and the car behind maintained its

distance.

After passing two intersections, Hannah casually asked, "Should we shake them off?"

I mulled it over for a second, "No, let them follow. If we lose them now, they'll just stick to us again later.

I want to see what they're up to."

"Do you think it's Jaylan?" Hannah peered into the mirror, her eyes not leaving the persistent vehicle.

"Most likely," I scoffed dismissively at the car behind us, "He must be dying to know what I'm up to. But

I’ve put my cards on the table. I’m not scared of him."

The car followed us right up to the private driveway of the clubhouse, then dropped off. It was too

obvious to keep tailing us once we hit that stretch.

Arriving at the clubhouse, we strode to our usual haunt with the familiarity of old friends.

Before we entered, Hannah whispered a few instructions to which I nodded. She then left.

I pushed open the door and walked in. Elbert was already there, perusing some documents.

He looked up with a smile and stood, extending his hand, "Ms. Wilburn, long time no see!"

I shook his hand warmly, "Mr. Elbert, it's been too long. Thanks for doing this!"

"No trouble at all, it's what I'm here for," he said, gesturing for me to sit down.

Without much preamble, a habit of his profession, Elbert got straight to the point, "Are you ready?"

"Absolutely. It's about time," I replied with certainty, "I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

"Indeed, it is time to settle this," Elbert's smile was gentle, "Given your unique situation, though, we'll

need fresh evidence, especially recent developments, to make the process fast."

"Isn't the current evidence enough?" I challenged.

"It depends on the outcome you want. If you want him out of the picture completely, clean and clear,

we'll need solid, recent evidence. Internet gossip won't hold up in court," Elbert explained, outlining the

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"I can handle it," I assured him confidently.

I played him a recording I'd made earlier that day. Elbert's eyes lit up, "This can serve as supporting

material, but the contents are hugely in our favor—threats, domestic abuse, infidelity, asset seizure. All

highly damaging to him."

We discussed evidence and strategy for nearly three hours, and I learned a great deal.

If it weren't for Elbert's other plan at 5 PM, we might have talked even longer.

Due to the tailing earlier, I asked Elbert to leave first while I stayed behind. Once he'd left in a hurry,

Hannah came back in, and I asked her to order dinner. We decided to eat right there.

While eating, Hannah reported, "I checked, that car didn't follow us in. I ran the plates—it’s real, but not

registered to Medsafe Liyah Inc. The owner is someone named Zachary."

I sifted through my memory; there was no one by that name in the Dawson family circle.

"I wish he would keep following us—it's just handing me more evidence," I said, wiping my mouth with

a napkin and looking at Hannah. "Isn't he eager for my death? I just hope he's not too scared to act.

The moment he does, we win. Pass Zachary's name to Logan; have him dig into it."

"I've already sent it off, waiting on a reply," Hannah put down her fork.

"Can't be too sure. They could switch cars and keep tailing," Hannah speculated, "They always did so."

"I'm positive it's Jaylan. He's scared. And now, with his hands tied, he's sent someone to monitor who I

meet with," I said with conviction.

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"Damn, who does he think he is?" Hannah's face was a mix of disbelief and disdain.

After dinner, I told her, "We need to pay a visit to the hospital to check on the patient; otherwise, she'll

start complaining again."

"Can't it wait until morning? You haven't had a good night's sleep in days. Better get some rest,"

Hannah urged, concerned.

Instead of answering, I asked her seriously, "Has Larkin been working with Logan these past few

days?"