My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 303 Discovered by Morris’ Identity

And this group of private detectives was a group of people who were later re-recruited.

They were good at their craft and did their work cleanly.

If it wasn't for the fact that Tristan was Mandy's husband, she wouldn't have had to go through all the

trouble.

But no matter what, she had to go and interrogate Tristan herself to find out who was behind the

murder.

The car drove all the way to its destination.

Because of the early morning, the road was clear, and she was extremely fast, arriving at her

destination in half an hour.

However, without waiting for Vivian to get out of the car, a phone call came in.

Vivian answered the phone with her Bluetooth headset on, "What's up?"

"It's not good, Tristan has been robbed."

The person on the other side said.

Vivian was listening to the man's words when she abruptly saw a car coming out of the corner,

extremely fast, coming head-on with its headlights on.

She was so frightened that she immediately turned the car to the side of the road, one that told her

straight away that this car was the person who had hijacked Tristan.

"Was it a black car?"

She glanced through the rear view mirror and caught a glimpse of the tail number of the car's license

plate, "Tail number 73 is it?"

"Yes, yes, yes, how did you know?"

"I just happened to meet it."

Vivian immediately hung up the phone, a perfect drift, turn the car around, then towards the car in front.

The car in front was fast, and so was Vivian's speed.

It just kept following the car in front of it, from the wide highway to the suburban side roads, and finally

came to a halt at the entrance of a car repair.

Vivian wore a cap and carried an electric baton in her hand and got out directly.

But when she walked up to the car in front of her, swiftly, the dark doorway suddenly lit up with

incandescent lights, illuminating the front as bright as day.

A dozen people then hooted and hollered and gathered around her.

"Who the hell are you?" Vivian questioned in a masculine voice since she was dressed in male attire.

"I'd like to know who you are."

The car door opened and a familiar man stepped out from inside.

As always, he was cold, arrogant and unassailable.

His hands were in the pockets of his trousers, and he was standing long. The light fell on his face,

making his handsome face even more handsome.

Seeing the familiar man, Vivian's pupils stared at him, surprised.

She had countless guesses as to who the person who had kidnapped Tristan could be, but she never

imagined that the other party would actually be Morris.

What was he doing kidnapping Tristan?

Could it be that he was the mastermind behind Tristan's abduction?

Vivian immediately dismissed this unreliable idea in her mind.

Although he had an unpredictable nature, he was never such a despicable and shameless person.

Besides, any accident to her, Vivian, would only bring negative consequences to the Cheal family.

A negative impact?

As she thought about it, it dawned on her.

On the surface, she had let things go, but secretly, she had been investigating.

When he asked Vivian, he saw her standing there without saying a word, carrying an electric baton in

her hand, and didn't seem to have much patience.

Bowing his head, he pulled a cigarette from the inside pocket of his suit and lit it, while then the hand

holding the cigarette raised slightly, and Ethan instantly understood what he meant.

"Get her!"

Ethan ordered.

At his command, the dozen people surrounding him lunged towards Vivian. Seeing their stance, Vivian

just wanted to shout at them to stop, but they had already rushed over.

She didn't care about the other men, she threw her baton at the oncoming men and kicked one of them

down with a side kick.

A dozen men rushed towards Vivian, but because the target was so small, it was more difficult for them

to throw punches and kicks, and if they were not careful, they would injure one of their own.

At this point, the eyes of the man standing in the light smoking a cigarette narrowed slightly, looking at

the familiar moves of the man in front of him, as if in thought.

And then, the corner of his lips holding the cigarette curled up into a smile.

The smile was tinged with a touch of helplessness and doting.

"What are you smiling at, Mr. Morris?" Ethan was baffled for a moment when he saw that Morris had

inexplicably let out a laugh.

"Bring this man in and have a trial."

Mike ordered to Ethan.

With that, he turned and walked over to a chair to the side, slowly sitting down and watching at leisure

as that woman milled about with a dozen people.

She was not usually a strong fighter, but today she was full of explosive power.

He didn’t know if it was because she was making good use of the iron bar, or because she had a lot of

things on her mind lately, but her force level was so high that within a few strokes, she had knocked

down all the people in front of her.

Vivian stood there, panting heavily, looking at the people lying on the ground, the electric rod pointed at

them, "Anyone else want to go?"

"Ouch, that hurts."

"My head, I'm bleeding from my head."

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Watching those who fell on the ground wailing, Vivian's face was indifferent and her gaze then skewed

towards Morris who was sitting on the chair.

Angry, she took a step to walk in front of Morris, and with a whoosh, the electric baton was pointed

directly at his handsome face, "Hand over the man!"

The man's voice was thick and low, and at first glance nothing at all could be seen out of place.

On the contrary, this camouflage suit, with black leather shoes and black cap, the brim of the hat

pressed low, and wearing a mask, in turn, she had a hint of heroic handsomeness.

Listening to his words, the corners of Vivian's mouth twitched slightly.

Was he crazy?

She had come to ask for someone, but he was to take her in!

"Hand over Tristan, or don't blame me for being rude." Vivian's hand holding the electric baton lifted

slightly, and the head of the baton picked off the cigarette butt in Morris’ hand.

The cigarette slid down, its starburst forming a crimson arc, before landing on the ground, bouncing,

and then not moving.

He raised his hand and gently pushed the baton away, "Oh? Is that so? I'd like to know how are you

being rude?"

Vivian: "......"

She wondered in her mind, could it be that she was too well disguised, so he hadn't discovered her true

identity even now?

Or was it that in Morris’ eyes, he hadn't even looked closely at her and actually didn't even recognize

her when she was standing in front of him?

"Ah ...... help."

Suddenly, a miserable scream rang out from the room.

Vivian's brows knitted together, unable to care too much, she immediately rushed into the house,

pointing at Ethan who was beating up Tristan, "Let him go!"

Ethan turned around and saw Vivian walk in first, followed by Morris.

He then stopped and stood aside.

The door to the room slowly lowered, and Vivian turned around at the sound, secretly saying something

bad.

Carelessly, he had actually shut it in.

"You directed Tristan to do what he did?" Morris stood back and asked knowingly.

Vivian shook her head, "No. I was just entrusted by someone to come over and investigate."

"Oh, really? Since you want to investigate too, why don't you come along?" Morris suggested.

Vivian hesitated for a moment, "If I interrogate him, will you let me go afterwards?" lightnoveldaily.com