Ignored When Chasing: Why Cry After I Got Engaged-Chapter 204: Investigating Your White Moonlight

Chapter 204: Chapter 204: Investigating Your White Moonlight

No wonder that man looked a little familiar.

A while ago, a murder case in Korsyth had caused a huge stir. The police released the names of several murder suspects, and she had glanced at the list. She didn’t remember the others much, but because this particular man’s mouth was a bit crooked, she’d taken a second look.

Thankfully, she had been cautious and snapped a photo in time.

She never thought Quinn Sutton would actually be involved with a murderer.

If her grandmother knew, she’d probably be scared to death.

’No, I have to tell Grandma immediately. Quinn Sutton is committing a crime.’

Just as she put away her phone and started walking, a car pulled up right beside her. Several people got out and shoved her into the vehicle with lightning speed.

"What are you doing... Mmph... Hel—"

Serena Hughes’s eyes widened. She was about to cry for help, but someone clamped a hand over her mouth.

When she saw that the one gagging her was the murderer, a chill ran down Serena Hughes’s spine.

’It’s over...’

Seeing the look on Serena Hughes’s face, the murderer knew she had figured out who he was.

"Miss Hughes, I’d like to invite you for a cup of tea."

Despite Serena Hughes’s terrified expression, the man didn’t do anything else to her.

Serena Hughes’s expression darkened.

She knew that, just like Caleb Kramer, she probably wasn’t going to escape.

Meanwhile, Quinn Sutton was at the Sinclair residence.

She sat on the sofa, surrounded by various fruit baskets, as clerks from a haute couture shop came over to take her measurements.

"Miss Sutton, President Sinclair is so good to you, ordering twenty outfits for you all at once."

As the weather warmed, the number of banquets among Korsyth’s wealthy elite began to increase.

Fiona Sinclair commissioning clothes for her was a sign that she wanted Quinn to gradually start mingling with the upper echelons of Korsyth society.

Socialites needed clothes to complement their status, and Fiona Sinclair, knowing this, had specifically hired Korsyth’s most famous Crimson Guild Tailors to make the outfits.

"Miss Sutton, I’m so envious. You have such a wonderful grandaunt."

Everyone knew that Fiona Sinclair’s recent favorite was Serena Hughes, so it was surprising that she only ordered ten outfits for Serena, yet twenty for Quinn Sutton.

Such blatant favoritism made it clear that Fiona Sinclair preferred Quinn Sutton.

Hearing the clerk’s compliments, Quinn Sutton’s lips curled upward, unable to hide her smug satisfaction.

’That idiot Serena Hughes,’ she thought. ’She doesn’t know what kind of person Fiona Sinclair likes, doesn’t know how to curry favor, has no abilities, and only has average looks.’

’But I’m better looking than Serena, and I have the Nathan Family’s backing. Of course Fiona Sinclair would weigh the pros and cons.’

"Oh, by the way, where is Miss Serena? I don’t see her. President Sinclair placed an order for her, too." The clerk wasn’t about to let such a large order slip away.

Quinn Sutton smiled. "No need to wait. She’s not here. You can go ahead and start making her ten outfits for me instead."

"This... What do you mean by that?" the clerk asked, a little confused.

Quinn Sutton just smiled without saying a word.

’Serena Hughes has been targeted by that man. She most likely won’t escape.’

’It’s not my fault. If anyone’s to blame, it’s Serena herself for being curious and following me.’

’That man is always cautious. After finding out it was Serena Hughes, he didn’t hesitate at all and immediately sent people to kidnap her.’

’Just like Caleb Kramer, Serena Hughes will lose her freedom.’

Just then, her phone suddenly rang.

It was the special ringtone she had set just for Miles Sinclair. The moment she heard it, she snatched up her phone, found a deserted spot, and answered the call, her heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and excitement.

"Hello, Miles? What’s wrong?"

"Serena Hughes warned Cecilia Nathan."

Quinn Sutton’s eyes darkened. "That bitch Serena Hughes..."

"Serena Hughes cannot run into any trouble right now." Miles Sinclair’s words sent a surge of anger through Quinn Sutton.

"Why? Miles, do you have any idea what that bitch did? She followed me and even questioned me about our relationship! If we let a woman like that run her mouth, she’ll ruin our plans." Quinn Sutton had no intention of letting Serena Hughes go.

Serena Hughes had never liked her, and she didn’t like Serena either.

But as they were both relatives of the Sinclair Family, she couldn’t move against Serena Hughes directly.

The murderer, however, was a different story. As long as he was the one to act, whatever he did to Serena would have nothing to do with her.

"If something happens to Serena Hughes, Cecilia Nathan will definitely know you were behind it. Quinn Sutton, I need you to calm down and not ruin my plan."

A hint of impatience was audible in Miles Sinclair’s voice.

Miles Sinclair’s voice carried a heavy warning, and a knot of panic formed in Quinn Sutton’s stomach. "I know... but Miles, I’m afraid it’s too late. That man... he’s already kidnapped Serena Hughes."

After Quinn Sutton finished speaking, there was a long silence from Miles Sinclair’s end.

If something happened to Serena Hughes, Cecilia Nathan would find out and would definitely suspect the two of them.

Because Serena Hughes had already met with Cecilia Nathan beforehand.

Realizing that Quinn Sutton had already made her move, Miles Sinclair hung up.

At that moment, Cecilia Nathan was standing at the door of Damian Hawthorne’s hospital room.

Justin Bell was hurrying over when he saw Cecilia and paused in his tracks.

"Miss Cecilia Nathan, you’re here too?"

After learning of Caleb Kramer’s disappearance, Justin Bell had been searching for any news of him.

Since Damian Hawthorne was in the hospital, he needed to come and report to him daily.

Seeing Cecilia Nathan now, Justin Bell didn’t hold back and immediately said to Damian Hawthorne inside the room, "Caleb Kramer still hasn’t been found, but it seems that murderer has been spotted in our vicinity recently."

"President Hawthorne, that man... he isn’t planning to do something, is he?"

He was a murderer on the run. It was said that the police officers who took on his case had all met with accidents. The case was now extremely difficult, and no one dared to take it.

That was why this murderer had remained at large for so long.

A lock of Damian Hawthorne’s hair fell across his brow. His features were deep-set, handsome, and aristocratic.

In the past, he usually wore a smile, but it was always tinged with a faint sarcasm—cynical and incredibly arrogant.

But the Damian Hawthorne of today was like a completely different person.

The smile on his face was long gone, replaced by a trace of cold indifference.

When Cecilia Nathan heard the name Caleb Kramer, Serena Hughes’s warning immediately flashed through her mind.

Caleb Kramer...

’Is this the same person Serena was talking about?’

Cecilia Nathan glanced at Damian Hawthorne, then quickly stepped aside and called Serena Hughes.

Her phone was off.

Cecilia was about to send a text, but a thought made her hand freeze.

Her eyes narrowed, and she quickly sent a message to Linden Nathan:

"Arrange for the Nathan Family’s best bodyguards to be assigned to me."

Linden Nathan kept a group of elite bodyguards on retainer. These men were all former special agents, and the Nathan Family had been paying them handsomely over the years for the sole purpose of one day protecting its members.

She had refused when Linden Nathan had offered to arrange them for her before. After all, she was just Cecilia Nathan, and having a squad of bodyguards around would make things difficult.

But things were different now.

She suspected that something had happened to Serena Hughes.

With this thought, Cecilia quickly walked to the front of Damian Hawthorne’s room. Her lips parted, and her voice, as clear as a young girl’s, asked, "Damian Hawthorne, are you looking for Caleb Kramer?"

The room instantly fell silent.

Justin Bell’s eyes lit up, and he hurried to Cecilia’s side. "Do you know where he is?"

Cecilia stared intently at Damian Hawthorne. "Damian Hawthorne, what exactly are you investigating?"

The thought that the man they were looking for was connected to a murderer made Cecilia realize how dangerous this was.

Although she didn’t know why Damian Hawthorne was looking for him, she still didn’t want anything to happen to Damian.

"Investigating what..." Damian Hawthorne’s lips curved into a smile. "If I said I was investigating the ’good deeds’ of that old flame of yours, would you believe me?"

Justin Bell was so nervous he held his breath.

’What "old flame"? Is Miles Sinclair Miss Cecilia Nathan’s old flame?’

’He was her first love.’