No Wife, No Life Chapter 160

Frank never envision the truth would be like this after knowing Harper for all these years.

If this got out, it would definitely cause a stir in their circle.

"Do you think Dr. Parker will keep this to himself?" Peyton asked, glancing at Frank.

"Of course, Dr. Parker won't say a word," Harper replied, confident in his character.

Harper nodded slightly, saying nothing more, and Peyton wheeled her away.

Frank was still in shock after they left.

HoloSphere Technologies had climbed into the Fortune 500 in just five years, completely overshadowing major domestic companies.

And such a formidable company was Harper's.

Yet Harper had humbled herself to work at the Lavien Group for five years.

How deeply did she once love Alex to disregard her noble status?

By the time Harper and Peyton arrived at Devil's Racecourse, the sun was setting.

Night had fallen, and all they could see were the scattered remains of race cars.

The scene was a mess, with car parts blown everywhere, a sight too tragic to behold.

Merely observing the turmoil, Harper's heart pounded furiously.

Getting out of the car, Harper's wheelchair couldn't go any further, so Peyton helped her walk in.

In the distance, police lights were flashing, indicating that the authorities had arrived.

Harper's face was grim, her body trembling slightly.

She scanned the area, searching for Caden's car.

Finally, she saw it, completely wrecked.

She mustered all her strength and rushed over.

Peyton couldn't stop her in time and watched as she collapsed to the ground after a few steps.

Peyton hurried over to help her up.

At this moment, her eyes were filled with fear, no longer calm. She closed her eyes, unable to bear looking.

If she saw Caden's body, she thought she might faint on the spot.

She couldn't dwell on it; the very notion was heart-wrenching.

No, it couldn't be. Someone like Caden would surely survive.

Finally, she gathered the courage to look inside the car. It was empty.

She let out a long sigh of relief.

Her first thought was that if no one was inside, he must still be alive.

She sat on the ground, gently patting her chest, tears streaming down her face.

Seeing her like this, Peyton felt a pang of sadness.

Given the situation, he knew that even if Caden was alive, he was likely severely injured.

He analyzed the crash; if Caden survived, he would be gravely injured. It was highly improbable that he would manage to escape by sheer luck.

Of course, there was another possibility: someone needed him alive.

It was as if someone orchestrated this disaster, manipulating events from behind the scenes.

The person intended to use Caden to force Harper to withdraw from the financial summit or to leverage Harper's AI robotics research as a bargaining chip.

Neither outcome was what Peyton wanted.

If Caden was truly incapacitated, he would no longer be worthy of Harper.

If he wasn't, Harper and FusionX Company would suffer significant losses.

All because of Caden, the situation was so complicated.

"Let's go. If we can't find Caden, it means he's still alive," Harper said, her face stern and determined.

Peyton helped her back to the car. As soon as she was inside, she collapsed, unable to hold herself together any longer.

"Harper, Harper!" Peyton called out, panicking. He noticed her cheeks were flushed and her forehead was burning. She had a fever.

Without wasting any time, Peyton started the car and sped away, instructing his men to tow the wrecked car. That car was a gift from Harper to Caden, and she wouldn't want it left there.

Meanwhile, in a villa at Lakeshore Estates, Jeremy looked at the barely conscious Caden, whose legs were broken, with a cruel glint in his eyes.

Jeremy mocked, "You dared to mess with AI? Now, can you still make money from it?" Jeremy taunted.

Caden, who had been carelessly thrown on the ground, slowly opened his eyes. "Mr. Elikin, we meet again," he said, feeling the searing pain in his legs.

He couldn't help but turn pale, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. Even so, he looked at Jeremy coldly. "I suspected it might be you, but I didn't think it really would be."

"Destroying dozens of cars just to get back at me; I must be worth a lot," Caden added.

Jeremy sat steadily on the couch, sipping tea leisurely. "Those cars weren't all mine. After all, Mr. Elikin has offended quite a few people. I'm not the only one who wants you dead."

He finished his tea and placed the cup on the coffee table, saying coldly, "Connor rushed back from abroad as soon as he heard he could get back at you. Half of those cars were his."

Jeremy stood up, walked over, and squatted in front of Caden, staring at him with cold eyes. "Harper is so impressive, designing a super crash-resistant car for you. But look at you now, still grievously injured."

He kicked Caden hard. "No choice, you're Harper's lover. If I want what I want, this is the only way. As long as I have you, Harper will definitely compromise."

He leaned in, whispering in Caden's ear, "If I tell Harper to trade AI data for you, do you think she'll agree?"

Before Caden could answer, Jeremy pulled back and said, "Of course she will, just like Alvina did for Declan. She'd do anything."

Caden's eyes dimmed. "You're wrong. She won't do that for me."

"You don't understand. I'm just her lover in name. Privately, we're just a transaction. Do you think she'd care much about me after only three months?"

"She cared so much about Alex, loved him for years, but when they broke up, she let go just like that. How much could she care about me?"

"Besides, look at me now. Do you think Harper would still want me?"

Caden knew exactly what he was saying. Whether Jeremy believed him or not, he had to say it. This way, Harper wouldn't be put in a difficult position.

Jeremy sneered, looking at him with pity. "Yes, Caden, you're a cripple now. Harper might not want you, but I have to try."