Chapter 286

After hanging up Renee's call, Violet quickly found that familiar number, took a deep breath, put on a smile, and pressed the call button.

The phone was answered on the tenth ring, and it was still that voice behind the voice changer.

But if you listened closely, you could sense the danger in the other person's tone, low and deep, "Violet, you're quite bold to call me at this time. Aren't you afraid of exposing yourself?"

Violet knew she was in the wrong and didn't dare to confront him, so she lowered her stance and said some nice words.

"I just missed you. Why are you so angry with me? I've been very well-behaved lately and haven't offended you."

"You haven't offended me?" The man's voice grew even deeper, "Do you dare to say that today's explosion has nothing to do with you?"

"Of course not!"

Violet replied decisively and straightforwardly, afraid that he would blame her, "Even if I were bold, I wouldn't dare to do such a thing, especially since the person you care about was in the car. How could I dare?"

Violet wasn't afraid of being traced back to her because everything was executed by Harper, and it had nothing to do with her.

But thinking about how Isabella, the person he cared about, perished in the fire, she sighed and said, "I know how much you liked her, but what's done is done. I advise you to move on."

After all, Isabella was dead and she would never appear again.

But what Violet didn't know was that her words sounded like a big joke to the other person.

"What did you say?"

The person on the other end seemed not to understand why she would suddenly say such a thing, but after a moment, he understood the issue.

The man sneered coldly, "Violet, you still say you weren't involved. If you knew nothing, how would you know she was in trouble?"

Violet froze.

She had been too happy just now and let it slip.

Now the man's words seemed to make her freeze, unknown what to do.

"I forgot to tell you, she's perfectly fine, safe at home, but you are getting a problem soon."

Violet didn't hear the last part.

She only heard the word "safe," and it was like a bomb went off in her head.

How could it be?

She had seen the news with her own eyes; the explosion had caused hundreds of casualties. No one on the bridge could have escaped that explosion.

How could Isabella be "safe"?

Why, why couldn't such a big accident take Isabella's life? Why?

At this moment, a voice came from the phone.

"If she hadn't been unharmed, do you think I would be calm? Violet, I warned you, you can't move her, but you acted like you didn't hear. My patience is gone. There won't be a next time, or you'll regret it!"

Violet sneered sarcastically.

Who did he think he was?

He said she couldn't touch her, and she wouldn't? Why should she listen to him?

She had almost lost her life to get back to Michael's side. Her goal was clear: anyone who dared to block her path would die.

Isabella was no exception.

Although she didn't know how Isabella escaped from the accident, she wouldn't let it go.

Isabella must die!

But now, she needed this person's help, so she couldn't dwell on this matter.

She quickly changed the subject, "I told you I didn't do it. If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do. I called to ask you to help me find my mom. She was captured during the transfer and is now missing!"

"You must take responsibility for this. If it weren't for your useless people, my mom wouldn't have disappeared halfway."

Violet was most afraid that the people who captured Harper were from the Wilson Family.

"The most important thing now is to rescue my mom. If it was the Wilson Family who took her, they would definitely kill her, and my identity would be exposed!"

She had worked so hard to regain Michael's love as Violet. If her identity were exposed and she became Bianca again...

She couldn't accept it!

Even if Michael still wanted her, how would the Brown Family see her? How would Isabella mock her?

What she experienced in Auroria must never be known to Michael.

But her worries meant nothing to the person on the other end of the phone.

He said leisurely, "You really like to add drama to your life. Don't forget, you are Violet now, not Bianca. What does Harper's disappearance have to do with you? Do you know each other?"

With that, he hung up the phone decisively.

Leaving Violet holding the phone in a daze.

It took her a moment to understand what he meant, and her eyes lit up.

That's right.

She was Violet now, not Bianca. Her identity was that of a student returning from abroad, and no one would suspect her.

Harper and Bianca were mother and daughter, but Violet was an outsider.

Thinking of this, Violet felt much more at ease.

Because she knew Harper would never reveal her identity, and she would find and rescue Harper before that happened.

She just hoped Harper wasn't taken by the Wilson Family. The Wilson Family hated Harper to the bone. If Harper fell into their hands, she would suffer a lot.

But what Violet didn't know was that the worst outcome she could imagine was exactly what Harper was experiencing.

In a hidden basement, Harper was tied to a chair with her hands behind her back, facing a grim-faced Atticus.

He had a military background and later went into politics, so he was experienced in both commanding and interrogating.

And the Harper in front of him was the suspect in the death of his only sister, Grace. How could he let her go?

So, getting evidence from her and finding the truth about Grace's death was his responsibility.

The room had only one incandescent lamp hanging above Harper's head, and the glaring light tortured her mind.

It had been four hours.

Even an ordinary person would find it hard to endure such torment.

Atticus seized the moment and coldly questioned, "Harper, I'll give you one chance. Where were you when my sister Grace had her accident in the hospital?"

After hours of strong light stimulation, Harper's eyes were already dull.

But even so, when she heard the name Grace, she bit her lip hard.

Looking at the grim-faced Atticus in front of her, she let out a faint laugh from her throat.

"You Wilson Family people are all the same, always accusing the innocent. Don't you know how Grace died?"

Atticus's face turned cold instantly, "You don't want to tell the truth? Let's see how long you can hold out."