The Apple of My Eye
Chapter 1512 Drawing A Portrait

Standing behind Alfred was his colleague Newman. Even though they were in the same team, Alfred never liked him. Newman was lazy, which was noticeable to the team. He never offered to complete any of the tasks. However, when it came to claiming rewards, he would be the first one to rush forward and collect it.

Therefore, Alfred looked down on him and didn't like talking to him whatsoever.

Alfred turned a deaf ear to Newman's questions, and focused on completing his job instead. Although Newman could tell that Alfred was avoiding him, he wasn't annoyed by him. He came forward and said with a grin, "Alfred, I've been wondering why you don't have a girlfriend yet. It's very odd, especially because girls always prefer handsome young men like you. Or, do you perhaps like men instead of women? Those are the rumors that's been going around."

Newman was standing very close behind Alfred.

Noticing what Newman was trying to do, Alfred suddenly turned off his computer and stood up straight. He turned around and asked angrily, "Newman, what bullshit are you talking about?" Alfred moved way too fast. So fast, in fact, that Newman got startled. 'Damn it! That was so close!' he thought fretfully.

He managed to peek at Alfred's computer, and noticed that he was drawing a portrait. However, before he could get close enough to take a better look at it, Alfred switched off his computer.

"I'm just telling the truth! We are in the same department, and I know you very well. I've never seen you on a date with a girl before, so it's obvious that you like men." Newman continued to joke with Alfred, even though he knew it might annoy him.

"I don't want to talk to you," Alfred snapped. He was irritated and ready to leave.

"Alfred, if you like women, I can introduce a few to you. Hey, don't walk away from me. I'm not finished yet..." Newman yelled at Alfred as he watched him walk away and leave.

Alfred was enraged, and didn't want to look back.

After Alfred left, a cunning sneer appeared on Newman's face. He looked around him to make sure that nobody was close by. Then he rushed over to Alfred's computer.

He turned it on, while still glancing around him cautiously.

However, the screen was locked. He pressed the "enter" button, but saw that it required a password.

"Damn it! You are way too careful, Alfred!" Newman muttered angrily. He was irritated with Alfred, and had planned to drive him away, so that he could take a look at what Alfred was drawing. However, his plan failed.

Newman recalled the conversation, which he overheard outside Pearson's office as Pearson was answering a phone.

Pearson instructed Alfred to draw a portrait. Did it have anything to do with Lancy?

Thinking about it, Newman felt uneasy. If his speculation was indeed true, he could make a profit by collecting these clues once more.

At night

In a remote suburb, there was wild grass with deserted land scattered around it. It was pitch dark, and dead silent, except for the occasional buzz that came from bugs, which was scary.

In the darkness, a tall man showed up. He waited there for a while. It seemed as like the person he was waiting for still hadn't arrived.

"What's wrong? He agreed to meet, yet he's not here? Is this his idea of making fun of me?" the man muttered impatiently. He then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and lit one. He took a drag, blowing out a big cloud of smoke.

Cigarettes soothed his frustrations. After some time, he calmed down and regained his composure.

A few minutes later, a man showed up from behind and approached him.

"There you are," another man said as he walked forward.

The man who was smoking was in deep thought, and didn't notice that there was yet another man with him. He suddenly turned around, only to replace a masked man standing in front of him. The man was covered up from head to toe, with only his eyes peeking out from his clothes.

However, the man who was smoking, wasn't surprised at all. He was accustomed to him wearing strange costumes. He exclaimed excitedly, "Oh, you've finally arrived! Let me tell you..."

"Hush!" the masked man stopped him from talking too loud. After checking that nobody was around, he nodded before allowing him to continue.

"Go ahead. What do you want to talk to me about," the masked man said in a slight voice.

"You asked me to keep an eye on the police station, right? Let me give you an update. Sheryl and Charles visited Lancy yesterday. I don't know what they said to her, but I overheard Pearson's call. He asked a policeman to draw a portrait..." It turned out to be Newman.

"A portrait? Whose portrait?" the masked man interrupted anxiously.

"I'm not sure. However, I'm certain that it's related to Lancy's case. By the way, I saw my colleague drawing a portrait on his computer this afternoon. But unfortunately, I couldn't see it clearly. He was very vigilant," Newman added.

"You didn't see any of it?" the man continued asking.

Newman shook his head. "No, nothing at all. I didn't see any of the portrait's detail, but I'm sure it was a man."

"Fine. I got it," the man nodded. As he was ready to leave, he immediately turned around without even taking a look at Newman.

"Hey...wait..."

The man seemed to know exactly what he was about to say. Before Newman even had the chance to finish his sentence, the man interrupted, "The money will be transferred to your account shortly. Just wait." "Thank you so much, Sir!" Newman said excitedly.

Suddenly, the man stopped in his steps. "Remember, don't forget to keep a close eye on Lancy. Don't say anything unnecessary to her. Otherwise, you know there will be consequences." His voice turned malicious and scary, as he threatened Newman blatantly.

Newman was well aware about the consequences. He couldn't help but tremble at the thought of the man's words. However, on second thought, it was still a very profitable business. His desire for money triumphed over his fear of what could possibly happen if he made a mistake. A sudden smile appeared on his face.

It wasn't like he was doing anything illegal. He only provided some internal information to people who needed it. He didn't harm anyone, yet he still made a lot of money. How could he ever refuse that?

At a villa in the suburb, Rachel walked back and forth restlessly in her room. She was so fearful, in fact, that she couldn't bring herself to switch off or rest at all.

Suddenly, she heard a noise coming from a car outside of her villa. Her heart started racing. She then rushed towards the doorway, and saw Bernard getting out of the car. "Bernard, how are you? What did he say?" The moment she saw him, Rachel had to ask. She seemed nervous.

Bernard didn't respond to Rachel at first. She noticed that his face was sullen. He walked inside of the villa and headed straight to the living room. He then poured himself a glass of water and drank it. "Tell me what happened! Say something, please! Don't you see how nervous I am? He asked you to meet him, which means that he must have had something to tell you." Rachel was impatient, and pressed Bernard to fill her in on the details.

Bernard stared at Rachel and said, "Don't worry. You can rest assured that we haven't been exposed yet."

"So, what's going to happen now? The police didn't tell you anything useful? What about Lancy? Did she say anything to anyone in the police station?" Rachel bombarded Bernard with lots of questions. "Lancy hasn't said anything to the police as of yet. All I know is that Sheryl and Charles paid her a visit yesterday. By the way, I think the police might be drawing my portrait as we speak. Lancy has seen me several times. Even though I wore a mask each time I met her, she could possibly have recognized me by my voice and body," he said.

"What? You mean that there's a chance that Lancy may betray us? She might tell on us?" Her eyes opened wide, her face filled with anger. "Had we known this earlier, we should have killed that bitch from the very start," she snapped viciously.