The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback - Chapter 1226

Chapter 1226:

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The attacker sneered, “Cliff, doing evil won’t end well for you. My wife and daughter won’t come back, and I will ensure you’ll never find peace.”

As Cliff regarded the attacker before him, mixed emotions churned within him—a complicated blend of sympathy for the attacker’s circumstances, yet disgust at his choices. Without uttering a word, Cliff turned and strode away.

Once Cliff’s car disappeared from view, the attacker slipped into a shadowy corner, his hands trembling as he fished out his phone. The screen illuminated his face as he scrolled through countless photos documenting Juliet’s daily routines. This new target couldn’t have been more perfect—she wasn’t just the second-largest shareholder in the new project, but also Cliff’s soon-to-be fiancée. Whispers around town suggested wedding bells weren’t far off. The attacker’s previous attempt had been a costly mistake, harming an irrelevant cousin. This time, he would execute his plan flawlessly.

During his drive back, Cliff’s thoughts drifted to home. He dialed to check on Laney’s pickup, and Philip’s reassuring voice came through the line. “Everything’s taken care of. What time will you be home tonight?”

Glancing at his watch, Cliff noted the early hour. “Need to handle some matters at the office. I’ll be back around seven or eight. Don’t hold dinner for me.”

The recent string of unusual events had prompted Cliff’s insistence on Laney returning home rather than staying at her apartment overnight. Beyond the safety concerns, there were unresolved issues between them. Yet, he knew Laney wasn’t keen on seeing him. He wasn’t one to force his presence where it wasn’t wanted.

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Once settled in his office, Cliff pored over the tunnel project documents with meticulous attention. He’d harbored doubts before, and the recent attack had only strengthened his suspicions. Juliet’s stake in this project ran deeper than mere financial gain—that much was clear. Yet, despite his thorough investigation, nothing concrete had surfaced.

Det ermined to uncover the truth, Cliff dispatched someone to examine the previous engineering records, hoping to trace the source of the questionable construction work. The sharp ring of his phone cut through his concentration. Juliet’s name flashed across the screen.

“What sparked this sudden interest in digging through old files?” she asked.

“News travels fast,” Cliff replied cryptically.

“I have deeper roots in the Foster family territory than anyone,” Juliet replied, not bothering with pretense. “My connections run wide and deep—nothing escapes my notice. You could have come to me directly, Cliff. I know everything. There’s no need to work around me.”

“I wouldn’t want to trouble you with trivial matters,” he responded, his voice cool.

“You still haven’t explained why you’re investigating the collapse now.”

“Does my investigation pose a threat to your interests?” Cliff asked bluntly.

A short laugh escaped her. “Interesting way to frame it. Are you suggesting you don’t want your slice of this venture?”

“I have no interest in questionable ventures,” Cliff stated firmly, causing a momentary silence on her end.

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