Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie Hoven )
Chapter 713

Chapter 713 An Unexpected Charm

Emelie smiled. "I never said it was you, Mr. Middleton."

Then, her smile faded. "That car was aiming directly at me, but it missed. Immediately after, someone involved me in an old case, labeling me as a suspect and restricting me from leaving Capebatt City.

"These two incidents are clearly targeting me. To say they aren't connected or orchestrated by the same person? I don't believe it."

William listened in silence. He knew that Emelie wouldn't be sharing this with him for no reason. Their relationship wasn't close enough for casual conversations.

Sure enough, Emelie asked, "If I remember correctly, you once asked me if Frankie was dead. Why did you suddenly ask me that?"

This was the real reason why she got in his car and accepted his food. She had a purpose for doing so.

In fact, William had also just been thinking about this.

Emelie waited for a while but William remained silent. A smirk played on her lips. "If it's inconvenient for you to say, just forget that I asked. I won't force you."

With that, she stood up immediately. It was clear she had no intention of wasting another second if she couldn't get the answers that she wanted.

As Emelie reached for the door, William turned, grabbed her coat, and sighed softly. "I didn't say I wouldn't tell you. I was just thinking about how to explain it. Why are you so impatient?"

Emelie paused.

William said, "Sit down. I'll tell you everything."

The luxurious nanny car had ample space and was equipped with amenities like a fridge. Emelie noticed a small wine cabinet by the door with a few bottles inside.

"Mr. Middleton, is your wine drinkable?" she asked.

"You can drink it, but the weather is cold right now. If you're thirsty, you should have some soup instead," William said.

"Alcohol suits this conversation better." Emelie took out a bottle of wine and grabbed two glasses before returning to her seat.

She opened a bottle of whiskey, poured herself a glass, and then set it down after taking a small sip.

It was unclear whether Emelie didn't think William deserved the effort of pouring him a drink or if she suddenly remembered that he couldn't handle alcohol with his current health.

William didn't touch the wine and got straight to the point. "Back then, I asked you that because Charles told me that Beathan had evidence of your crimes and could use it to put you behind bars."

Emelie let out a short chuckle.

What could she say? She wasn't surprised at all to hear that name.

Back at the police station, she had already suspected this matter was tied to the Middleton, Davis, Swanson, and Collins families.

However, with Charles in custody and William battling illness, her list of suspects had narrowed. Between Bryan and Beathan, Beathan was certainly more suspicious.

"I figured you might have hurt someone during your kidnapping, so I asked if Frankie was dead." William stared at her. "Do you think the car accident was also Beathan's doing?"

Emelie rested her wrist on the table while swirling the wine in her glass.

It was already past 2 a.m. Their car was parked by the roadside, with only the occasional passerby. The surroundings were silent as Emelie spoke in a cold tone, "Mr. Collins is best at two things. He's good at using the law to eliminate his rivals and exploit legal loopholes to remove threats.

"He saw that I went after Charles and wanted to teach me a lesson, to remind me that Capebatt City isn't a place where I can act recklessly."

Suddenly, William grabbed her wrist.

His palm had always been warm. The sudden contact made Emelie glance at their hands, then back at him. William didn't seem to notice that his actions had crossed a line, and he said in a deep voice, "Beathan isn't on the same level as Charles. He's cunning and cautious. If you don't have solid evidence against him, don't act recklessly. Be careful not to fall into his trap."

Emelie smiled faintly. Her lips were stained with wine, and they glistened seductively.

Though she wasn't seductive in appearance, at that moment, an unexpected allure radiated from her expression.