His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

149 He's Not Dead

"Mark, it's you." I froze.

"Hey," Mark whispered as his face appeared in front of me.

"Frade needs your help."

"Frade? He's not dead, is he?" I tried to control my voice. "Where is he?"

"We saved him after he fell into the sea," Mark said. "Now he's in a safe place and we need your help."

"What should I do?"

"Not only did Mia get Frade's money, but she also stole all of his client's information. Daley took control of Vickie, and he took control of the family. He left Frade with nothing. The only way to take Daley down now is to report him for making drugs. We need to get evidence and his client." Mark lowered his voice, "Eva, only you can help Frade now."

"But how do I get this evidence?" I had never been in Daley's business, and he had never let me know anything about it.

"Do something fast," Mark said. "Call me as soon as you have proof."

"How can I get in touch with you?" I asked. "Your phones are disconnected. Where's Liv?"

"Don't worry, she's safe," Mark said urgently. "We can't show ourselves yet. Daley's people are after us. I'll give you a number and we'll contact you when you get through."

As he spoke, he slipped a note into my hand. I squeezed the note and asked, "I want to see Frade."

"Not yet," Mark said. "When you have Daley's evidence, I'll set up a meeting."

"Is he all right?" I asked urgently. "Is he hurt?"

"He was shot, but survived."

There was a knock on the door, and Mark urged me, "Go."

I pushed the door open and went out. I happened to meet the two bodyguards in the corridor. They are opening the doors of every room looking for something.

"I'm here," I volunteered. "I just went to the bathroom."

When they saw me, the fierce look on their faces immediately eased. In order not to arouse their suspicion, I requested them to go home. This time, the two of them were right behind me, threatening with their eyes if anyone tried to approach me.

When I got back to the manor, Rita was in charge of carrying my shopping bags to my room. After she left, I looked at the pile of shopping bags on the floor and fell into deep thought.

How do I get proof that Daley was making drugs?

After much thought, I stood up and walked to Daley's study. Could he have hidden those secrets in his study?

So I searched his study, but there was no useful information in it except for some papers. He is too careful to leave important things in his study, unless he has them with him at all times.

Maybe the evidence was hidden in his cell phone. I thought, but it's not easy to get his phone. Even when he is asleep, the slightest movement will wake him up.

If he finds out that I've stolen his trade secrets, he'll lock me up again. So, I have to do it all at once.

Well, let me be a hunter for once.

My eyes stopped on his medicine box, so I gently opened it, which contained a few needles, and two glass tubes containing transparent liquid.

Maybe this is the only way.

By dinner time, he hadn't come back yet. Although I'm not sure when he will come home, I know he will come to my room in the middle of the night. I have to wait.

Lying in bed, my heart is very confused. I kept looking at the clock on the wall, from 10 pm to 12 pm, then 2 am. Finally, I heard the door open.

I pretended to sleep with my eyes closed, listening carefully for his approaching footsteps. He entered the room and went to bed. My heart was racing. His fingers glided gently but coldly across my face, and I could feel his breath right in front of me.

Suddenly, my eyes popped open. He was surprised. I put my face close to his and kissed his lips. He hadn't reacted yet. Meantime, I held the injection tightly in my hand.

He parted his lips slightly and stuck his tongue into my mouth. To cooperate with him, I took the initiative to greet him. I gasped and his attack became more violent.

Then he put himself on top of me, and I could feel the fire spreading inside him. I put one hand around his neck, the other hand, holding the needle, quickly inserted the needle into the back of his neck.

He stopped and looked at me with wide, shocked eyes. Only a few seconds later, he fell into my arms.

"I'm sorry," I whispered in his ear, "But I have to."

So I threw him on the other side of the bed and he fell into a deep sleep. This time I'm sure he won't wake up, no matter how loud it is.

To hurry up, I quickly found his cell phone and began to look for evidence. But several of the files on his phone were encrypted, and perhaps his secret was inside.

I'm not sure how long he'll be out. I had to call Mark. Soon, I dialled the number he had given me, and the phone hung up after three rings.

Two seconds later, my phone showed a strange call. So I hurried to press the answer button. Mark's voice came over the phone.

"Eva. Did you find the evidence we needed?"

"I'm not sure, but I found some encrypted files on Daley's phone. Maybe there's something in there you want. But I can't open it," I whispered.

"Turn on the computer and do what I say," Mark said.

I followed his instructions, turned on the computer and connected the phone to it, while Mark decrypted Daley's phone from the other end of the computer. It took about 15 minutes, and I saw the folder on Daley's phone open on his computer. It contained not only the location of the meth lab but also the records of all drug transactions, including the amount of money each transaction made. To my astonishment, Daley used logistics companies to move drugs. God, this document is enough to put Daley on death row.

"You're doing great," Mark said from the other end, "We need some time to get this information to the Justice Department. I'm erasing the records now so he won't notice that it's been moved. Do you have any time?"

"I think so," I said, "Because Daley's out cold and he's probably going to sleep for a long time."

There was a sudden silence at the other end of the phone. After a minute, I heard a familiar voice.

"Eva, did you knock him out?"

"Frade, is that you?" I almost screamed.

"It's me. Hey, I want to see you." His voice was low and weak.

"Now?" I couldn't believe it.

"Tell me where you are. I want to see you now."