Chapter Ninety-Two: I Have a Friend

Ten years have passed since the disappearance, and under such circumstances, one could almost say that the person is already dead, except that some family members can't accept the fact of their loved one's death. Thus, they keep pretending that the person is just missing and still living in this world—a pretense that often resembles self-deception more than anything else.

Chen Yu glanced at Vidal standing before him. The man was well-dressed and the watch on his wrist was notable, indicating that he likely came from a wealthy family. What Chen Yu couldn't figure out was why someone like Vidal would have any connection to Martin, the driver of Indian heritage.

After Chen Yu's return from Las Vegas and upon receiving Martin's phone call, he had assumed that the person coming to him for help would be an Indian speaking with a curry-flavored English accent. But to his surprise, it turned out to be a Caucasian.