CHAPTER 182: CHAPTER 182 KILLING ONE TO WARN MANY

Afterward, he reached out, tightly clasping Clara Bennett’s small hand with his large one, a feeling that gave him immense satisfaction.

This sudden warmth was like a bridge that connected their hearts.

Before this, William Foster had never thought that such a simple gesture as holding hands could bring such a comforting feeling.

Looking back, for a long time, William Foster had devoted all his energy to his career, leaving no time for romance.

But now, he realized he was deeply in love with the girl who made his heart race.

Now, as William Foster held Clara Bennett’s hand, he finally understood why couples loved holding hands.

This subtle and warm feeling made him feel content, and he was somewhat reluctant to let go.

The quiet of the deep night made it easy to fall asleep, and soon, the sound of soft and even breathing came from beside Clara Bennett.

Yet, in this seemingly tranquil atmosphere, she was still awake, seemingly troubled by something that kept her from resting peacefully.

Clara Bennett kept her eyes open, quietly watching the person beside her in the dark, and eventually decided to withdraw her small hand from William Foster’s warm grasp.

The soft moonlight gently spilled through the window, giving everything a remarkably tranquil appearance.

Subsequently, she carefully and quietly got up, tiptoed barefoot across the floor, slowly dressed in the clothes placed by the bed, and silently left the room, fearing to awaken anyone.

However, she didn’t know that the moment she withdrew her hand, William Foster had actually woken up.

Having undergone long-term intense physical and mental training, William Foster had developed extremely sharp senses and high self-discipline, able to quickly notice and react to even the slightest sound or movement.

It was precisely because of this that he could lie here, accompanying her without revealing his true situation due to an inadvertent movement while maintaining the guise of a "disabled person."

Having been trained early on, he’d forced himself to sleep lying flat; otherwise, a careless mistake might expose his disguise completely.

About these complicated backstories and the secrets hidden within William Foster, Clara Bennett was completely unaware and unsuspecting.

After completing a series of preparations, including changing clothes, she left the place quietly and without a trace.

It was the villa area where the two of them currently resided.

Five minutes later, when William Foster looked out the window again, he saw Clara Bennett had already changed into a dazzling racing suit, racing out of the gate on an eye-catching motorcycle, disappearing into the night.

Seeing this, William Foster immediately turned on the dim lights in the room and called his assistant for orders: "Come here quickly, Arthur Davis, I need your help."

Then, he instructed his reliable subordinate standing before him: "The Young Madam is quick-witted. Be cautious during the tracking, lest you startle the snake. Remember to keep a close but safe distance; her motorcycle is equipped with a mini tracker, so you can just follow from afar."

Upon hearing this, Arthur Davis nodded immediately, expressing his full commitment to the task, "Sir Foster, do you mean just following? No additional actions required?"

William Foster pondered for a moment before confirming, "That’s right, just make sure to keep up. I roughly have an idea about the purpose of her outing."

At this point, he suddenly furrowed his brows, staring into the distance in deep thought.

"However, before we head out, there’s something else I want to confirm, so please wait a moment."

He added another sentence immediately.

Just as Arthur Davis was about to turn and leave, he was halted by his master’s sudden words.

"Wait, does Sir Foster have any particular directives?"

With a slightly puzzled expression, he asked.

William Foster abruptly turned and walked swiftly toward the door, "I’m going too."

In truth, deep down, he longed to ride his beloved steed and follow along.

However, due to his own night blindness, he rarely took the initiative to drive any vehicle at night to avoid accidents and trouble for them both.

But faced with this sudden turn of events, he couldn’t bear it anymore.

The thought that Clara Bennett might be going to confront his troublesome uncle made William Foster’s heart race with anticipation and nervousness.

He truly wanted to follow and see, very curious about how Clara would deal with his family.

William Foster felt both excited and uneasy, knowing that this was no trivial matter, and seeing it firsthand might yield unexpected insights.

Such behavior...

If his uncle found out, he would surely jump up and curse him as a deviant, but William Foster didn’t care.

He believed that this was definitely his uncle’s doing, even though his uncle claimed it was the idea of three people, it was his uncle who made the call, which was enough for William to draw his conclusion.

In his view, finding evidence would completely expose the lie, and Clara Bennett was unquestionably the best person to reveal the truth.

William Foster suspected that Clara would probably make an example out of someone this time, fully intimidating those with ill intentions.

He sat in the car, a slight smile on his lips, eager to see how Clara planned to solve the problem this time.

In fact, he intentionally used the excuse of family ties to restrain his wife’s actions, so that when she truly struck at the enemy, he might see an even more formidable wife.

This strategy, though somewhat sinister, was deemed necessary by William Foster in this situation to achieve their goal.

Sir Foster felt a bit regretful in his heart.

Meanwhile, the uncle silently thought: Am I done for?

This question lingered in his mind, filling him with unprecedented anxiety and helplessness.

After all, he was well aware of the repercussions if things went wrong, making his mood exceptionally heavy at the moment.

Clara Bennett was unaware that her motorcycle had a tracking system. She simply went about her business, buying what she needed, and then sneaked into William Foster’s uncle’s house.

She seemed well-prepared, acting with confidence and ease.

Whether climbing over walls or crossing gardens, it was effortless, as if she had transformed into a nimble black cat in the night, approaching her target without making a sound.

Outside, Arthur Davis reported the situation to William Foster: "The Young Madam bought a lot of mice, bullfrogs, snakes, and some herbal medicine, and it’s already been decocted."

Arthur Davis’s voice carried a hint of tension; she clearly hadn’t expected Clara Bennett to choose such a unique method to solve the issue.

William Foster furrowed his brows and pondered for a moment, then asked, "What kind of herbal medicine?"

His curiosity piqued, eager to know the specific components of the medicine.