The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 152 Having spoken to one of the managers at the junkyard, the two of them were directed to a nearby mechanic shop. At first, neither of them understood the relevance of taking the trip over there. However, the old man was rather insistent on the matter. "Trust me," he'd said. "The answers you're looking for are going to be found over at Matteo's. He's been running that mechanic shop for years and a couple of months back, the two of us met up at a local bar in town to catch up like we normally do. Well, let's just say, the man was utterly distraught that night.

After a few beers, he went on talking about how this one deranged customer came in and requested to have the breaklines removed from the car. | have a very strong feeling that the two cases are connected." Alexander knew they had to check out that mechanic shop and speak to this Matteo person. It was, indeed, an intriguing development and worth looking into. They had thanked the man for his time and asked if he'd be willing to testify if this case needed to be taken to court. He agreed without a single hesitation.

When they made it to the mechanic's they found a middle-aged, dark-haired man standing behind the main counter with a faraway look in his eyes. ---- Oh, yeah. This has to be Matteo. The poor man looked as though he was wracked with guilt. Something was surely eating away at his mind Alexander and Oliver slowly approached the counter. "Hello, we were sent by one of the managers from the junkyard here in town," Oliver said. "He told us that you may have the answers we're looking for, regarding a certain car you worked on months ago." Matteo slowly glanced up.

He eyed them both with caution Alexander could sense the guy was terribly uncertain. He softened his tone and took a step closer. "We're talking about the car that had the brake lines cut," he said. "We're running a private investigation on the guy that brought the car in here, initially and requested these 'alterations'." The mechanic solemnly hung his head. "I haven't been able to. keep myself from thinking about that one customer since he came in, | thought the guy was insane for what he was asking of me, His features pinched with stress as he went on.

"| kept trying to deny his demands but he kept throwing more ---- and more money at me. You see, things have been tight, financially, for the last two years. It reached a point where | just couldn't pass up the deal. In the end, | felt horrible and ashamed for what | had done." Alexander took out that same photo he'd shown the previous guy. "Was this the guy that came in?" Matteo glanced down at the picture and looked as though he was going to be sick. "Yes," he whispered. Out of the comer of his eye, Alexander noticed something rather interesting.

Unlike the junkyard, Matteo's shop looked heavily warded with security cameras. "Do these cameras work?" he asked. Matteo nodded his head. He suddenly lifted his brows and instructed Alexander and Oliver to follow him back toward his office. "| should still have the footage from when that guy was here." Alexander felt an exhilarated jolt race through him. This was it. This was the proof that was going to seal Michael's fate for all the damage he'd caused. ---- Ring! Ring! Ring! Alexander reached for his phone and saw that Wendy was trying to reach him. "What's going on?" he asked.

All the blood drained out of his face when he heard the woman's frantic tone. "Alexander!" "What? What is it? What's wro-" "Michael isn't at the manor!" she cried. "He made up this whole story about Nina having to be rushed to the hospital to get me away from Evelyn. | think he's gone after her." FUCK!!