Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 510: Chapter 510
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Just as I was about to get up and leave, Harold's last words hit me like an invisible chain, freezing me in place.
"I know you used to fight in an underground boxing match." His voice was low, but in the quiet café, it pierced through the silence, each word sinking into my ears.
I blinked in disbelief, my eyes widening as I slowly turned to face him, fixing my gaze on him with intensity.
I initially entered the underground boxing ring to make a living. But as time went on, I had two reasons for staying: I needed the money to buy a house, and I couldn't stand watching how people on the platform treated life like it was worthless.
The reigning champion at the time relied on his strength and the death contracts signed before every match. He fought brutally, showing no concern for whether his opponents lived or died.
'I stared intently at Harold, who sat across from me on the sofa, his demeanor calm and composed. Instantly, a sense of caution flooded over me, my instincts kicking in as I grew more alert and guarded.'
"You knew who I was from the start? You went through all this trouble to set me up?" I gritted my teeth, my eyes burning with anger and suspicion.
I stared at Harold before me, a cold shiver running down my spine.
'He knows everything about my past and remains so calm and collected. He's far more dangerous than I thought.'
'I was too careless. If even Yaeger fears him, he's certainly not someone to be underestimated.'
"Saving Alex was a coincidence. It's not what you think," Harold sighed softly, a hint of helplessness crossing his face. "As for the one who killed Marvin, it wasn't me.
"I have no grudge against him, no reason to want him dead. But putting him on the task force was my decision, and I never expected it would put him in danger."
As he spoke, his gaze remained steady, looking directly at me as if trying to make me believe his words.
"Why do you want me to compete?" I frowned, staring at him in confusion, my mind tangled with a thousand questions.
"I believe in your abilities—you'll win this competition for me," Harold cleared his throat and sat up straighter. "And if you cooperate, I'll make sure Alex's leg is healed.
"You'll get everything you want. Once the competition is over, you can continue living your life as the wife of the President of Herrera Group."
I scoffed, a mocking smile curling on my lips. "Is this your idea of a threat?"
Harold quickly shook his head, offering a warm smile as he attempted to ease the tension. "It's merely a fair exchange. If Miss Parks isn't interested, I won't breathe a word about your identity to anyone."
Though I was deeply suspicious of Harold's intentions, it seemed like I had no other choice but to go along with him for now.
What puzzled me was how he had found me. Back when I fought in the ring, I always wore a mask, and when I worked at the gym, I wore makeup.
Even Yvette wouldn't have recognized me. It had been years, and yet, somehow, he managed to track me down. It was hard to believe.
"Miss Parks, Alex's leg can't afford any more delays. The longer you wait, the slimmer his chances of full recovery."
At his words, I frowned slightly, a swirl of conflict rising within me, but I remained silent.
I knew he was telling the truth—Alex's leg injury couldn't be delayed any longer—but I couldn't bring myself to trust him so easily.
"I have to win this competition," Harold sighed, a hint of frustration in his voice. "As for the rest, I'm afraid I can't share that with you."
"What do you have that I want?"
"The truth about Yvette's death," Harold said slowly, lifting the coffee cup from the table and taking a sip. His once-gentle eyes turned suddenly serious. "Yvette didn't die of natural causes. And I also know you're investigating Angela's death."
I froze, staring at Harold before me, utterly stunned.
"How could you possibly know?" I asked, my voice laced with disbelief.
"The photos you received were sent by someone I had arranged," Harold said, his gaze dark and intense. "Laurel, trust me. Just as I trust you."
I couldn't help but laugh bitterly to myself. I could barely trust myself, so how could I ever trust Harold?
"What do the three photos mean?" I asked in a low voice, struggling to keep my composure.
Harold paused for a moment before speaking, his tone measured. "Liesel has a toxin in her system. That particular poison first appeared years ago in Nifelheim City. The person who developed this poison... was Yvette."
"That's impossible," I stared at him in disbelief, my mind racing with shock and confusion.
I couldn't imagine Yvette being involved in something like poison development.
After a long silence, Harold finally spoke again. "If Yvette hadn't married Maddox, she would've been someone truly remarkable. What a waste."
His eyes held a trace of regret as if he had a deep understanding of Yvette's past. "When Yvette was in trouble, she must have realized she was poisoned, which is why she went to that herb shop on Westgate Street looking for an antidote.
"Unfortunately, it seems she ran into the wrong person along the way. After her incident, I immediately reviewed all the surveillance footage and found a few clues, but I never expected Wilhelm to die so suddenly."
In truth, Harold didn't have many leads, and most of what he uncovered about Marvin had already been shared with me.
As for the clues I found, I had no intention of telling him. After all, I still wasn't sure if he was an ally or an enemy.
"I'll consider your request," I said, taking a deep breath and forcing myself to stay calm. I did not want to show too much emotion in front of Harold.
Harold nodded, a hint of satisfaction crossing his face. "I hope you make a decision soon; the competition requires time for training."
With a cold expression, I turned and walked out of the cafe.
As I slid into the car, my heart was pounding in my chest. I closed my eyes, leaned back in the seat, and tried to collect my scattered thoughts. But just then, Marvin's call came through.
"The river has found a woman's body," Marvin's voice came through, tinged with urgency.
I furrowed my brow, a sense of unease rising in my chest.
The car suddenly jolted to a stop, the screeching sound of the brakes cutting through the silence inside.
"I... I think I hit something," Liam's voice was urgent and panicked, trembling slightly, clearly shaken by the sudden turn of events.
I quickly glanced out the car window and saw a blurry figure lying on the ground not far ahead.
My heart leaped into my throat. I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt, threw open the car door, and ran toward the figure.
But as I reached the man lying on the ground, he suddenly pulled a knife from his jacket and lunged toward me.
I quickly stepped back, but the man didn't stop—he continued to advance, pressing his attack.
At that moment, a gunshot rang out, and the man holding the knife was struck in the arm, blood immediately pouring from the wound.
"I know you used to fight in an underground boxing match." His voice was low, but in the quiet café, it pierced through the silence, each word sinking into my ears.
I blinked in disbelief, my eyes widening as I slowly turned to face him, fixing my gaze on him with intensity.
I initially entered the underground boxing ring to make a living. But as time went on, I had two reasons for staying: I needed the money to buy a house, and I couldn't stand watching how people on the platform treated life like it was worthless.
The reigning champion at the time relied on his strength and the death contracts signed before every match. He fought brutally, showing no concern for whether his opponents lived or died.
'I stared intently at Harold, who sat across from me on the sofa, his demeanor calm and composed. Instantly, a sense of caution flooded over me, my instincts kicking in as I grew more alert and guarded.'
"You knew who I was from the start? You went through all this trouble to set me up?" I gritted my teeth, my eyes burning with anger and suspicion.
I stared at Harold before me, a cold shiver running down my spine.
'He knows everything about my past and remains so calm and collected. He's far more dangerous than I thought.'
'I was too careless. If even Yaeger fears him, he's certainly not someone to be underestimated.'
"Saving Alex was a coincidence. It's not what you think," Harold sighed softly, a hint of helplessness crossing his face. "As for the one who killed Marvin, it wasn't me.
"I have no grudge against him, no reason to want him dead. But putting him on the task force was my decision, and I never expected it would put him in danger."
As he spoke, his gaze remained steady, looking directly at me as if trying to make me believe his words.
"Why do you want me to compete?" I frowned, staring at him in confusion, my mind tangled with a thousand questions.
"I believe in your abilities—you'll win this competition for me," Harold cleared his throat and sat up straighter. "And if you cooperate, I'll make sure Alex's leg is healed.
"You'll get everything you want. Once the competition is over, you can continue living your life as the wife of the President of Herrera Group."
I scoffed, a mocking smile curling on my lips. "Is this your idea of a threat?"
Harold quickly shook his head, offering a warm smile as he attempted to ease the tension. "It's merely a fair exchange. If Miss Parks isn't interested, I won't breathe a word about your identity to anyone."
Though I was deeply suspicious of Harold's intentions, it seemed like I had no other choice but to go along with him for now.
What puzzled me was how he had found me. Back when I fought in the ring, I always wore a mask, and when I worked at the gym, I wore makeup.
Even Yvette wouldn't have recognized me. It had been years, and yet, somehow, he managed to track me down. It was hard to believe.
"Miss Parks, Alex's leg can't afford any more delays. The longer you wait, the slimmer his chances of full recovery."
At his words, I frowned slightly, a swirl of conflict rising within me, but I remained silent.
I knew he was telling the truth—Alex's leg injury couldn't be delayed any longer—but I couldn't bring myself to trust him so easily.
"I have to win this competition," Harold sighed, a hint of frustration in his voice. "As for the rest, I'm afraid I can't share that with you."
"What do you have that I want?"
"The truth about Yvette's death," Harold said slowly, lifting the coffee cup from the table and taking a sip. His once-gentle eyes turned suddenly serious. "Yvette didn't die of natural causes. And I also know you're investigating Angela's death."
I froze, staring at Harold before me, utterly stunned.
"How could you possibly know?" I asked, my voice laced with disbelief.
"The photos you received were sent by someone I had arranged," Harold said, his gaze dark and intense. "Laurel, trust me. Just as I trust you."
I couldn't help but laugh bitterly to myself. I could barely trust myself, so how could I ever trust Harold?
"What do the three photos mean?" I asked in a low voice, struggling to keep my composure.
Harold paused for a moment before speaking, his tone measured. "Liesel has a toxin in her system. That particular poison first appeared years ago in Nifelheim City. The person who developed this poison... was Yvette."
"That's impossible," I stared at him in disbelief, my mind racing with shock and confusion.
I couldn't imagine Yvette being involved in something like poison development.
After a long silence, Harold finally spoke again. "If Yvette hadn't married Maddox, she would've been someone truly remarkable. What a waste."
His eyes held a trace of regret as if he had a deep understanding of Yvette's past. "When Yvette was in trouble, she must have realized she was poisoned, which is why she went to that herb shop on Westgate Street looking for an antidote.
"Unfortunately, it seems she ran into the wrong person along the way. After her incident, I immediately reviewed all the surveillance footage and found a few clues, but I never expected Wilhelm to die so suddenly."
In truth, Harold didn't have many leads, and most of what he uncovered about Marvin had already been shared with me.
As for the clues I found, I had no intention of telling him. After all, I still wasn't sure if he was an ally or an enemy.
"I'll consider your request," I said, taking a deep breath and forcing myself to stay calm. I did not want to show too much emotion in front of Harold.
Harold nodded, a hint of satisfaction crossing his face. "I hope you make a decision soon; the competition requires time for training."
With a cold expression, I turned and walked out of the cafe.
As I slid into the car, my heart was pounding in my chest. I closed my eyes, leaned back in the seat, and tried to collect my scattered thoughts. But just then, Marvin's call came through.
"The river has found a woman's body," Marvin's voice came through, tinged with urgency.
I furrowed my brow, a sense of unease rising in my chest.
The car suddenly jolted to a stop, the screeching sound of the brakes cutting through the silence inside.
"I... I think I hit something," Liam's voice was urgent and panicked, trembling slightly, clearly shaken by the sudden turn of events.
I quickly glanced out the car window and saw a blurry figure lying on the ground not far ahead.
My heart leaped into my throat. I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt, threw open the car door, and ran toward the figure.
But as I reached the man lying on the ground, he suddenly pulled a knife from his jacket and lunged toward me.
I quickly stepped back, but the man didn't stop—he continued to advance, pressing his attack.
At that moment, a gunshot rang out, and the man holding the knife was struck in the arm, blood immediately pouring from the wound.
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