The War God Alpha’s Arranged Bride Novel

---- Chapter 164 [Evelyn's POV] | was glad for the change of topic and immediately jumped on it with bubbling anticipation. One of the main things that kept my hope alive during my strenuous time back home was hoping that Alexander and Oliver would finally find the evidence they were after. "Yes!" | exclaimed. | watched Alexander's expression deepen with a smug satisfaction which offered my own nerves a chance to finally relax. "Tell me, what did you find?" "You remember how, before all of this, Oliver mentioned something about a secret contact?" | nodded, eager for him to tell me more.

"That secret contact managed to trace the car back to an old junkyard miles away. The place is still run by one of the original managers who just so happened to be there the day Michael and Caroline brought the car there." My brows lifted in surprise. "Michael and Caroline?" | found it incredibly astounding that someone like Caroline would allow herself to get that close to such dirty work. | must ---- have openly worn a look of doubt on my face because Alexander was quick to explain. "From what we were told, Caroline merely stayed back in the car when they had arrived at the place," he said.

As interesting as it was to know this information, | was still trying to figure out how any of this would be used as essential evidence in the case. My eyebrows slightly drew together as | took part of my bottom lip between my teeth. "Alexander, how exactly does any of this help the case? | mean I'm glad you were able to track down the car but it doesn't necessarily point the finger directly at anyone in particular," | said. His hum of amusement dispersed what little worry | was hanging on to. "Patience." My heart skipped a beat.

That word rolled through me wrapped in a sensuous reminder of what happened between us the night before. "You'll see how it all becomes connected," he said. "You were right about the car's condition. The brakes had, indeed, been cut. Not only that but all forms of emergency communication had been removed as well. Anyone can cut the brake lines in a car, ---- but it takes a professional to remove the communication system." | tilted my head in question. "A professional? What are you saying, Michael had the car especially taken to a shop where he asked to have these things done?" His smile grew.

"Precisely." I nearly scoffed in disbelief. "Okay, that's insane. | mean, what sort of self-respected mechanic would ever agree to make such dangerous alterations to a car?" "Thankfully, Michael managed to find, probably, the one and only mechanic in the region that possesses a strong sense of morality and a heavily guilty conscience," he remarked. "After our trip to the junkyard, we were directed to Matteo's Mechanic shop. The guy looked guilty prior to us even asking him any questions." | couldn't imagine trying to live with that kind of guilt.

But why would this guy have agreed to do something so reckless if he already knew that it was wrong? "Oliver and | approached him calmly. We presented him with the same picture of Michael we'd shown the previous guy and Matteo looked as though he was seconds away from collapsing," he explained. "The man absolutely caved. He ---- confessed to having argued with Michael about not wanting to agree to the alterations." "But what made him agree in the end?" "Money," he said. Ah, the things we do for money. As sick as it was, a small part of me almost felt a bit of sympathy for this guy.

Sometimes things truly could become too far out of our control and we would have no choice but to bend "That must have been really hard for him," | stated. "Not that I'm condoning his actions, but I'm sure he had his reason for giving in to Michael's demands.