Mrs. Crazy And Mr. Perfects
CHAPTER 21| MASTERMIND INCIDENT

“Stop calling me, Ocean. I was cleaning the house and cooking before Mr. Daendels kicked me out of here. Just focus on your meeting, those reporters are gone.”

The voice that sounded annoyed across there managed to make the corner of Ocean's lips pulled upwards. He nodded once, muttering thanks to the officer who opened the door for him. In an instant Ocean joined the lowly boisterous people in the lobby of a luxurious restaurant.

“Soon call me if you feel anything strange, Selena.” Ocean justifies the position of the phone in the ear. “Alright, I won't bother you anymore. Take good care of yourself until I get home. And we'll see if my high expectations of your cooking will end miserably or not.”

The phone connection was cut off after Selena's grunts. Ocean could imagine Selena's irritated face, clashing with her nimble lips to let go of the curse.

Arriving in the middle of the lobby with many people passing by, Ocean's footsteps swallowed. A faint cry appeared on his forehead as his gaze directed at a man walking quickly in front of there.

The man's plus body, wrapped in a tight blue suit, made his movements look uneasy. Ocean stared fixedly at the man, observing every inch of his face. When finally their positions were aligned, passing by, for then the man simply passed by, a faint image was etched on the Ocean's head.

Ocean's steps completely came to a halt. He turned around, looked at the back of the man who was getting away and swallowed by the door.

“There is, sir? Sorry, but we've been waiting inside.” Noah glanced at the clock that was coiling around his wrist, the meeting was about to begin.

Ocean exhaled, feeling that maybe he was overreacting, just from looking at that person again. He had only stepped twice until his eyes widened when he saw someone ahead there.

The editor-in-chief of a leading newspaper.

Just like the man who had just passed by, the editor-in-chief also appeared to be in a hurry. He repeatedly stared at his watch as he walked quickly past several people in the restaurant lobby. Even after the restaurant staff opened the door for him, the chief editor ran to his car.

Now, that faint image incarnated into an almost intact shape. Ocean can string together the red threads of everything he sees.

The fat man, the chief editor, and the scratch on the hand.

“Come contact Selena's latest film project management team, Noah. Request a list of names of all investors.” Ocean's hand was busy typing something on the screen of his phone, his face looked serious.

Noah nods briefly, moving quickly to find contact information for Selena's latest film project management team.

“Do you want to tell your family, Noah?”

Noah's forehead frowned in hearing Ocean's question, his hand activity on the phone screen halted. “Why should I be, Sir?”

“Today, it looks like you will die with me.”

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“Stop pulling my suit, Noah. You make it hard to walk.” Ocean exclaimed in annoyance at the trembling Noah while pulling his backcoat.

“Pak, if we get caught how? I'm even a thief now.” Noah put on a face, like he was almost crying.

Fifteen minutes ago, Ocean ordered Noah into a luxury spa, registering as a VIP guest. Noah's mission is only one: steal a guest's car keys.

Two hours ago they found out the name of the fat man from a list of investors sent by Selena's film project management team. David Tan, owner of the beverage company.

Ocean saw David at the scene that night. Her anxious face might not be obvious, as everyone there showed more or less the same expression. Moreover, he was a film investor, no one suspected his whereabouts on the set. But there was one thing that made the Ocean three-four times glance at him: David did not stop swiping his thumb and right forefinger nails at each other continuously. And when he passed her in the lobby of the hotel, Ocean saw a scratch on his left wrist that was not covered with a suit well.

After postponing the meeting, Ocean and Noah wait outside David's company for more than an hour, until David's car is seen exiting the company, heading for a luxury spa.

“Pak its CCTV ...” Noah stares more and more at the surveillance cameras installed in the basement of the parking lot.

“Then we have to make the surveillance camera die while in action.” Ocean was walking faster, heading for the electric panel room.

Without waiting any longer, Ocean swung the wooden beam he got at the corner of the basement towards the main power-cutter button.

Brak!

Sparks of fire appeared along with the electricity flow in the spa that was cut off. It was pitch-black as the eyes looked.

“Light on your cell phone flashlight, Noah. We only have a minute before the technician finishes fixing it.” Ocean walked back to David's car.

“This Mr. Action, ‘kan, also recorded CCTV earlier ....”

“Not worse than when recorded ransacking someone else's car, right?” Ocean smiled in anguish. He still looks calm.

They did not need to worry as several spa attendants ran towards the electric panel room. David's car keys in Ocean's hands make them look like the original owners of the car.

“Take this.” Ocean hands Noah latex gloves. “Search well in every car inch. Report to me if anything looks suspicious.”

Ocean was in action, tracing the steering wheel while directing the flashlight of his phone. Each inch was not missed by Ocean, for the sake of finding a small clue like a speck of blood.

Six minutes of combing, even to uncover the car carpet and search a shopping truck in the drawer, the results are nil. The car is clean.

“The knife he used must have been thrown into the sea to obliterate the evidence.” Ocean exhaled a rough breath, restoring his hair. “How about luggage, Noah?”

“Clean, Pak—eh!”

Hurriedly Ocean approached when he saw Noah's surprised face. There was nothing in the trunk, but there were blood spots on the side wall.

“Pak, it turns out there is still space under the luggage.” Noah had already pulled the luggage floor, revealing a narrow space underneath.

And Ocean's eyes glinted at something in the trunk. A white shirt covered in blood on his arm. Not wrong anymore. This is the strongest evidence.

“Come to contact the police anonymously, Noah. Tell him that David Tan has a new scratch on his left arm and blood on his car.” Ocean smiled in satisfaction, closing the trunk of the car. “Remove dashcam memory card and return the car key to its place. Our mission has been completed.”

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Ocean returned home with a great sense of relief. After this Selena will be completely released from the case. His good name will return.

Ocean's hand moved to press the series of numbers on the digital lock door, the door opened after a short sound.

The new Ocean will call out to Selena when the first sight that welcomes her eyes succeeds in making Ocean fixated with widened eyes. His chest suddenly rumbled violently.

David Tan is at his house.

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