Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me

Chapter 507

Chapter 507 Jasmine’s Revenge

They both loved racing and had a few achievements to show for that. Even without any professionals, they could still find out what was wrong with Max's car. Callum called her so they could check the car out together.

While on the way there, Elspeth was reminded of how Callum wouldn't tell his siblings about Yelena's involvement, and it touched her. "Thanks for helping Yelena out, Callum." In all honesty, Elspeth was surprised he did that. She thought he would tell his brothers all the details so everyone could find out the truth more efficiently, but instead, he kept Yelena's involvement a secret.

"I did it for you."

Aww, he loves me so much. She was moved and delighted. She could feel herself falling deeper for him. Though, she quickly calmed herself down and followed Callum to an abandoned warehouse in the southern part of the city. The car was moved to this place so no one could sabotage it or hinder their investigation.

When they came to the warehouse, everything seemed untouched. Callum whipped out a rusty key and unlocked the door. The red car was lying right inside. It was broken, but Elspeth could see that it was expensive. She narrowed her eyes in thought. It's battered. I can imagine how bad the accident was. Max must've been in a lot of pain.

She held her sorrow down and touched the car. "The impact must've been really powerful. No matter how you cut it, only death awaited Max." If this is a conspiracy, then the killer is sick in the head.

Callum looked at the car. He, too, felt sorrowful. "I think something's wrong with the brakes."

Elspeth didn't think so, however. Nevertheless, they pulled the door open and checked the brakes. It was marred, but the brakes worked well. "Hmm, nothing's wrong with the brakes. So, what caused this, then?" She was befuddled. What could make a car speed up even more when it was already at high speed?

Callum had the same question. He circled around the car before eventually laying his eyes on the tires. "Could it be the tires?"

Elspeth looked at the tires. Hmm, they look darker than most tires. "Say, don't you think they look a bit darker than most tires?" I don't remember our race cars having tires this dark.

Noticing that, Callum went for a check. She's right. They're darker than usual. Did someone sabotage it?

Elspeth leaned toward one of the tires and took a whiff. She noticed that aside from the smell of smoke and gasoline, there was another scent in the air. Lubricant! "Someone must've applied lubricant on the tires and glazed them to keep them smooth. This is no mere accident." Her face fell. This is no accident. Someone's behind this.

"They wanted Max dead. This might not be the only part they've tampered with." We might have missed something else, Callum thought. Then, he added, "Most people would check the brakes after their cars go out of control. That's what common sense tells us. The killer knows that as well." He continued, "So, they might not tamper with the brakes, but…"

But they might tamper with something else! The realization struck Elspeth. She checked the car's insides again and noticed the gas pedal had been tampered with. "Damn them." Most people would've chalked it up to a real accident if they found nothing wrong with the brakes. Good thing we did a thorough check.

"Alright, this complicates things."

Elspeth nodded. They exchanged a look and were about to leave, but then someone closed the door all of a sudden. Callum looked outside the window and saw a familiar figure at the entrance—it was Jasmine.

"Hey, long time no see." Jasmine was standing right outside the door, staring at the locked couple. There was a scoff flashing in her eyes. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

"What do you want?"

Jasmine's eyes went wide. "What do I want? That's none of your business."

"Jasmine, stop messing around." Elspeth was a little nervous. The signal was bad here. If they were to lock up in here, nobody would come to find them.

"What? Are you scared? Well, why don't you grovel before me and call me master? If you do that, maybe I'll whip up some food and let you guys live longer." Jasmine cackled. She was delighted to see Elspeth locked up like a dog. "Finally. I've been staking out your place for a whole week. And I finally get my chance to get back at you."

Jasmine turned the key around and pulled it out. Good. It's locked twice. She held the key up and wagged it before the couple. "My, aren't you guys careless? You should've kept an eye on this. But it doesn't matter. I can keep it for you."

"Jasmine, you're playing with fire. It might burn your whole family down," said Callum calmly. He wasn't intimidated by the situation in the slightest.

His calm demeanor made Jasmine nervous. "Don't try to scare me. They don't know I'm here. And the signal's bad here. Nobody knows you guys are locked up. And nobody knows it's me. Even if they can find you, you'd be long dead by then." She laughed maniacally. "You can't scare me." She scoffed.

Callum looked at her coolly, his gaze filled with silent danger. "Very well. Let's see who breaks first. Us, or your family."