Female Novel
Chapter 301
Chapter 301 The Anticipated News
Why would a single piece of information be worth a life? I carried Ava through the tranquilneighborhood late at night amid the dim streetlights. The shadows shifted around us.
I picked up the pace as the weight of Ava in my arms grew heavier. As I approached my front door, ashadow darted out from the corner.
It startled me, and I gasped.
“Chloe, it’s me… Do you really not know anything about what happened to Atlas?” The figureapproached,novelbin
and I recognized Harmony.
“What are you doing here in the middle of the night?” I snapped, my annoyance thinly veiled. Avastirred
and whimpered.
I quickly patted her back to sleep and said to Harmony, “You scared me to death!”
Harmony seemed to realize her impulsiveness. “I knocked on your door, and they said you weren’thome,
so I waited for you!”
I gave her a sideways glance. “He’s your boyfriend. Why are you asking me? How would I know?”
“Chloe, you know your relationship with Atlas, don’t you?” She came closer, her gaze dark andpenetrating.
I scoffed. “Was there a relationship between him and me? Ask whoever told you that, and stop pickingfights with me. You know his sister, so ask her. She has more information than I do!”
With that, I pushed the door open and walked in. Harmony tried to hold the door, but I slipped insidejust
in time.
“You really have no news about him?”
“I don’t! If I had any news, I’d tell you right away! After all, we’re neighbors.”
I walked away without turning back, Ava feeling almost too heavy for me to carry.
Harmony didn’t insist on continuing the conversation. I cursed inwardly. She really was a bit of a
scatterbrain.
The following day, I got to work early but still had doubts from the night before. I waited for Grayson,
hoping he had some answers. However, the news he brought was disappointing.
Information on Kennedy was crystal clear, with no connections to ATL Empire or Atlas. There was not
even a hint of interaction.
As for the drunk truck driver, he was working alone and had a well–known drinking problem that
seem to have anything to do with the case. It looked like a straightforward traffic accident. I shook myhead in disbelief.
“If this was just a plain accident, as you say, why would the police investigate? And why didn’t they aska single question regarding Atlas? Isn’t that strange?”
“It seems the police must have another lead, suspecting foul play in Kennedy’s death,” Graysonsuggested. “I’m currently looking into the police channels.”
“Find out if there’s any connection between Keegan and Stella.” I looked at Grayson. “I want to knowwhat
Stella gave Keegan!”
Suddenly, Grayson’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen, frowned slightly, and then answered. Helistened intently, occasionally humming. After a while, Grayson hung up and looked at me.
“Celine has gone to Nocturnia!”