Rebirth Into My Second Chance novel Chapter 33

Ronald was ticking names off his list as he briefed Claude. "You need to start by cleaning up Claire's reputation as requested. Let's see what his next move is."

"That girl's reputation is as tarnished as a burnt burger in a diner," Claude scoffed with disbelief.

I had lost all hope in him, indifferent to his attitude toward everything.

Yet, in an attempt to better my public image, Richard seemed to throw caution to the wind. I wondered how I could ever repay his kindness.

When Ronald arrived at Richard's apartment, a run-down building that screamed years of neglect, no one answered his knocks. Spotting the detectives, a neighbor approached, "Officer, has Mr. Price gotten himself into trouble?"

Ronald didn’t beat around the bush. "He's a suspect in a kidnapping case. We're trying to locate him."

The neighbor looked incredulous. "I think you've got it twisted. Mr. Price is a real diamond of a guy. He's even looked after numerous stray cats. Despite his wealth, which he generously donates to the local orphanage, he chooses to live here. Oh, and he drives a car with the license plate 8888. Quite the figure, that one. Maybe you can check where his car is, huh?"

The neighbor's disbelief in Richard being capable of crime was palpable, leaving Ronald momentarily speechless. Yet, he noted the license plate details, feeling that Richard was involved in the kidnapping case.

He left the building, instructing his team to track down the car, secretly hoping it would prevent Richard from heading to Serenity Bluff.

I was terrified of the potential traps that awaited there. From Kate's demeanor, I had a gut feeling she knew the truth about my supposed demise and how it occurred.

Soon enough, they located Richard's vehicle. "It appears he's headed toward the mountains, the direction, Serenity Bluff."

The choice of location baffled everyone, but time was of the essence, and they set off after Richard.

Meanwhile, Claude's press conference to clear Claire's name was in full swing. The car radio broadcasted, "Claire Floyd is a kind-hearted woman. I've always considered her my sister. Please stop slandering her, or I'll resort to legal action."

Upon hearing Claude's shameless claims, Richard scoffed, caressing the amulet I had given him. "Don't worry, Claire. If they're not looking for you, I will."

Sitting beside him, I was overwhelmed with tears. Richard truly embraced his role as a protective brother, vowing to be my pillar for life.