Let Me Go, Mr. Howard Chapter 248

Teddy's heart tightened, but his expression remained composed. "Mr. Wright's people tracked his movements immediately, but he was cunning. He abandoned his car during the escape, and we've temporarily lost track of him after that."

"As for the vehicle, we investigated afterward. It had fake plates, and the owner's information was fabricated, too."

After finishing, his gaze lingered briefly on Scarlett's face. When their eyes met, his heart instinctively tightened. Those eyes held no emotion, simply staring back at him quietly, yet somehow carried an inexplicable sense of pressure.

He couldn't tell if it was his imagination, but Teddy felt like he was looking at Sebastian.

His heart constricted slightly as he lowered his gaze, avoiding eye contact.

Seeing him look away, Scarlett raised an eyebrow before also averting her gaze, lowering her tone slightly. "He showed himself voluntarily—there's no way there are zero traces. You're not telling me because Sebastian still wants to hide things from me, isn't that right?"

The question was painfully direct, leaving Teddy momentarily speechless.

He did know some inside information, but the news hadn't come through proper channels. Rather, he'd learned it through Michael—someone whose involvement absolutely could not be revealed to her right now.

Once Michael was brought up, continued conversation might inevitably lead to discussing his current condition.

Seeing his hesitation, Scarlett understood.

She didn't press further. From past experience, the things Sebastian wanted to hide were mostly news that would upset her emotionally, so she wasn't in a rush.

"Have you already found out some things?"

She changed direction, avoiding specific details.

Sure enough, on this broader question, Teddy showed no hesitation. He nodded. "We have discovered some things, but we don't have much to work with. We're still essentially in a passive position."

'Forces that could put Sebastian in a passive position...'

Scarlett frowned slightly, understanding how complicated this situation was.

Teddy stayed in the room for a while before leaving.

The moment he left, Scarlett fell backward, her upper body resting against the bean bag chair. Her tilted head felt slightly congested from the blood flow, but her thoughts became clearer.

The information she currently had was still limited, but she was tired of this passive situation.

To get more information, it was definitely impossible through Teddy, and Libbie didn't have access to much either. Moreover, she was Sebastian's person, just like Teddy.

Whatever Teddy wouldn't say, Libbie probably wouldn't either.

In that case, her only avenue for information would have to come through her own efforts.

However, Scarlett had few ways to obtain information. Currently, she could only think of Chris and Benjamin.

But Benjamin had already indicated during their recent call that he didn't have much information—practically none, in fact.

After all, he'd spent all these years focused on staying alive. He simply couldn't spare the energy to investigate the identities of those pursuing him.

It wasn't until he met Kevin over a decade ago that his situation improved slightly.

But only slightly.

Kevin had given him a new identity, allowing him to completely disappear from under those people's noses.

This left Chris as Scarlett's only potential ally.

Deciding to act on the thought, she immediately sat up and dialed Chris's number.

The call was answered quickly as usual.

Chris's voice was cheerful, with some noisy background sounds.

"What's up?"

Hearing that he'd apparently just finished some gathering, Scarlett was infected by the atmosphere and smiled. "I need your help with something. What's going on? Out for dinner?"

Though Chris loved to party, his idea of fun was completely different from Orion's.

Orion chased women, while Chris was much more innocent.

"Yeah, team dinner. That kid Dennis got first place in the team trials." Chris rubbed his nose, grinning as he walked toward his sports car.

Hearing this, Scarlett couldn't help being surprised. "You didn't even beat him?"

She'd raced with Chris before. His technique was excellent—if she didn't have natural talent in this area, she probably couldn't have beaten him either.

"I didn't participate." Chris gave a brief explanation, followed by the roar of his car starting. "What do you need me for?"

Scarlett rolled over on the carpet, her tone serious but still relaxed. "I want you to help me investigate something. Of course, this stays between you and me."

The last sentence was unusually serious.

Chris immediately dropped his playful expression, his palm resting lightly on the steering wheel.

"What is it? Something requiring top-secret clearance?"

He asked this first, but then seemed to think of something and continued, "About your mother?"

This was a commission from years ago.

Their relationship had really progressed because of these investigative matters.

However, due to someone working behind the scenes, Chris still hadn't completely uncovered Scarlett's mother's true identity.

She seemed to have appeared in Sovereign City out of nowhere, and within less than a week of entering The Heptagon Club, she'd gone from a hostess to the head manager.

It was almost impossible that someone wasn't backing her.

Chris had always thought the person supporting her mother was David, but Scarlett consistently refused to accept this theory.

Chris also found it strange—Scarlett's mother seemed to have no connection with David. They'd only been seen together once at a hotel, and after that, no further contact until she went to the Seymour Villa to entrust Scarlett to their care.

"No, I already know my mother's identity." Hearing his words, Scarlett's expression grew somber, but she couldn't help smiling. "And my father isn't David either."

Chris was genuinely shocked by this news.

Becky's entrustment of Scarlett had caused quite a stir back then, but now he was being told Scarlett's father wasn't David?

Could it be another member of the Seymour family?

"Then who is it?" Filled with questions, Chris immediately asked.

"Clinton Seymour." Scarlett smiled slightly as she slowly spoke her father's name.

Hearing this name, Chris was initially confused, but then shocked. "Clinton Seymour?"

Scarlett nodded, realizing he knew the name, and was surprised herself. "You know him?"

"How should I put it? My dad knew him. He was my dad's company's financial advisor back then—very talented. Dad still often laments his untimely death."

Chris clicked his tongue, not expecting Scarlett's father to be Clinton.

"But I never heard Dad mention he had children." Even so, Chris remained puzzled.

Hearing this, Scarlett's heart sank. "Really? Then please help me investigate him, too."

She had tried searching for Clinton's information online, but while he had some reputation, he wasn't a celebrity. There were only records of companies he'd worked for and news screenshots of his death—nothing else.

Chris's words instantly extinguished the excitement in her heart.

"What if... what they told me was fake?"

This thought surfaced in her mind, and just considering it made Scarlett's heart contract, causing her breathing to become irregular.

She whispered softly to herself.

The words traveled through the phone, and hearing them, Chris instinctively fell silent, even beginning to regret why he'd said that earlier.