Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Chapter 398

Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me Chapter 398

"A shipping company?" Arielle asked suspiciously, "The legal owner of that company is behind all this?"

Harvey shook his head and continued, "No, he's an average businessman. Something doesn't add up, though. It's kind of odd for the legal owner of such a big company to be your average Joe. Anyway, once we've properly identified the guy, we can continue our investigations."

"All right." Arielle muttered to herself thoughtfully, "A shipping company."

Shipping companies typically did not come across as glamorous as real estate, luxury goods, or technology giants, but it would be ill-advised to underestimate their profitability. It was also easy for shipping companies to smuggle other items with legitimate cargo.

They were privy to all sorts of intel thanks to their access to ports across the globe.

They couldn't have picked a better front for their operations.

Arielle said coldly, "By the way, Chanaea strictly forbids the private sales of guns and explosives. But look at me; I've encountered two explosions already! They must've been able to smuggle those things into Chanaea under the guise of shipping cargo."

Her guess seemed to remind Harvey of something. He clapped his hands once and said, "I can pull some strings with my friends at customs and get my hands on

that company's cargo log."

Arielle voiced her agreement but advised him to act cautiously. "Remember to stay under the radar; we don't want to lose this lead. We're dealing with some very cunning enemies."

Harvey nodded a few times for good measure. "I know. I'll get in touch with them and discuss our next steps. I would've called them while I was abroad, but I was worried that they might've bugged our phones. His caution impressed Arielle. "You're right. They have some pretty skilled hackers, and we shouldn't drop our guard."

Soon enough, the four of them arrived at the university's cafeteria.

"You brought us to the cafeteria?" Several moments passed before Harvey realized where they were.

"Uh-huh. Do you mind? I'm kind of strapped for cash these days, so this is all I can afford."

"Of course not! Why would I mind?" Harvey added hastily, "Just let me know if you're short on cash. What's your account number, and how much do you need?"

Arielle rejected his offer immediately. "Thank you, but I'm really okay. I have enough money; I just can't use it too freely at the moment."

Now that Vinson's enemies had their eyes on her, she refrained from accessing her offshore account to protect her identity. Consequently, Arielle only had access to her allowance from Henrick.

It was not a measly sum either, amounting to two million. Still, it was prudent to spend frugally and save the funds for unforeseen emergencies.

Harvey stood by his offer. "Just let me know if you need money."

She flashed him a grateful smile. "I don't, but thank you for your thought. All right, then, less talking and more eating! Get whatever you want!"

"I'm fine with anything as long as meat's on the menu! But Jared-"

Harvey's words had Jared piquing up, "I'm not picky either! I'm fine with anything!"

Henry stared at his friend in disbelief.

Jared was notorious for being a fussy eater.

"Do you have a crush on Boss?" Henry asked under his breath.

Jared stared at his friend like he was daft. "No! That's my future sister-in-law, you dumb*ss!"

A look of realization appeared on Henry's face, and he added loudly, "I'm not fussy with my food either. Boss,

you can just order some food for us to share."

"All right, then. Why don't you get yourselves some pasta and grab a seat? I'll be over soon."

"Pasta?" Henry was confused. "Where's the counter?""

Arielle pointed at a corner and said, "Over there."

She froze as soon as the words left her mouth.

Why would I know where the pasta counter is?