Let Me Go, Mr. Howard Chapter 253

"Neville?" Both Scarlett and Chris were surprised to hear a new name, and they practically shouted it in unison.

Sylvia hummed in response, and they could hear her tearing open a package—a series of rustling sounds indicating she'd just opened a bag of chips.

"Wait, how do you know this? No—how are you sure this person is called Neville?" Chris spoke first, frowning as he pressed for details.

Scarlett asked a different question. "If you know the name, why was the cause of death still ruled a suicide?"

"Neville—this name didn't appear at the crime scene." Sylvia started flipping through her notes, accurately locating Neville's name among them. "It was found later, during Mrs. Seymour's investigation."

Mrs. Seymour?

The title was rather unfamiliar.

But that didn't stop everyone from figuring out who it referred to.

"Aunt Alvina?" Scarlett frowned as she said the name. If anyone in all of Sovereign City could be called Mrs. Seymour, it would only be Michael's mother, Alvina Seymour.

Chris wasn't familiar with this name. The Wright family didn't have particularly close relationships with any prominent families anyway, and besides, after Alvina married, she lived reclusively, giving her even less opportunity to socialize with the Wright family.

"Yes, she probably died because she was investigating this." Sylvia's tone was helpless, but more than that, it was sorrowful. "This scared my mom off from investigating deeper, until that pocket watch resurfaced and she started investigating again."

When Scarlett heard her mention the pocket watch, she fell silent for a moment before continuing. "Is that the only name?"

An investigation spanning such a long time, and they only had one name.

It was truly torturous.

"The rest is still under investigation. Supposedly, lots of people are helping with the investigation." Sylvia sounded cheerful, the crisp sound of her crunching chips echoing through the receiver. "My mom says with so many people, we're bound to drag out whoever's behind this!"

Her high spirits infected both Scarlett and Chris.

Scarlett couldn't help but smile. "Of course, it helps to have you guys."

"I think we should take this slow. Since we can make progress on Clinton's end, I'll focus my investigation there, okay?" Chris wasn't to be outdone, immediately trying to establish his investigation direction.

Sylvia was indifferent. "Whatever works. The only places we can really dig into are Clinton and Ms. Seymour anyway."

The three-way call ended quickly.

After exchanging information, Scarlett's mind finally got a brief moment of relaxation.

She lay back on the bed, constantly replaying the news she'd just heard.

Her palm naturally opened, with the phone lying in the center.

Scarlett turned her head, her gaze falling on the black phone. It was Sebastian's, but there were almost no markings on it that belonged to him—like it was a new phone prepared specifically for her.

She rolled over, thinking about Sylvia's mention of The Heptagon Club's equity transactions. Instinctively, she found Sebastian's phone number, but her finger hovered over it without pressing down.

Did he really know about this?

The question crossed Scarlett's mind. Ten years ago, the Howard family would have been under George's control, right?

She frowned and scrolled back.

And even if she asked, would he really answer?

Scarlett knew well that Sebastian liked to keep everything from her, and such a pointed question would probably be difficult to get an answer to from him.

With this thought, Scarlett completely gave up on calling Sebastian.

She turned her thoughts to another person—Benjamin.

Although Benjamin had no connection to The Heptagon Club's equity transactions, he might have clues about the Neville that Sylvia mentioned.

Given that it was currently 2 AM, Scarlett didn't call Benjamin; instead, sending him a text message.

However, shortly after the message was sent, Benjamin replied.

[Just a first name? No surname?]

Abroad, while this name wasn't exactly common, there could easily be thousands or even tens of thousands of people with the same name. They weren't even sure if this was a middle name.

Scarlett pressed her lips together. [Just this name.]

Benjamin's question made Scarlett realize how high the rate of duplicate names could be.

"Neville..." Benjamin sat by the fireplace, holding a cup of hot chocolate in one hand and scrolling through his phone screen with the other, murmuring the name under his breath.

The living room door behind him made a sound. Benjamin glanced over—it was Kevin coming out from the study.

"What's wrong? I heard you muttering a name." Kevin shrugged his shoulders slightly; the study was cooler than the living room.

Benjamin put down his phone. "Oh, you heard that."

Kevin's gaze fell on the phone he'd set aside, then quickly moved away as he nodded. "Yes, but not much. It seemed like a name."

He quickly walked over and sat beside Benjamin.

Benjamin sighed and took a sip of hot chocolate. "It's Ms. Seymour. She found a name—someone from that organization."

Hearing this, Kevin immediately perked up. He clasped his hands together, resting his elbows on his knees and leaning slightly toward Benjamin. "Oh? Who is it?"

Seeing his great interest, Benjamin helplessly shook his head with a bitter smile. "Neville. Just a first name, that's all. It's useless."

Kevin froze for a moment. His previously enthusiastic expression stiffened instantly, but quickly returned to normal as he raised an eyebrow, as if he hadn't heard clearly. "What?"

"Neville," Benjamin repeated the name. "The person is called Neville. Oh, Kevin, if only this were a complete name."

"Just that? No other information?" Kevin continued pressing, as if unwilling to give up.

Benjamin took another sip of hot chocolate. "He's from the Norvayne Confederacy." Afraid Kevin would keep asking, he looked at him and added, "That's it. That's all the information."

Kevin couldn't help but laugh. "That's all?"

He lowered his head and laughed for a while. When he finally looked up, his voice still carried laughter, along with some melancholy. "Information like this won't lead to any investigation results."

Benjamin agreed with this. He shook his head and finished all the hot chocolate in his cup. "Exactly."

"Tell Ms. Seymour to stop bothering. These guys we've been investigating for decades without any leads—they're not easily caught." Kevin offered kind advice.

But Benjamin didn't agree with this statement. He placed his cup on the table, his voice low and serious. "However, such rare information—I think we should seize it. What do you think?"

He looked at Kevin, his eyes carrying unprecedented seriousness.

Kevin only froze for a moment, then smiled. "Of course. I'll keep an eye out for anyone named Neville."

Soon, the two said their goodbyes and returned to their respective rooms.