My Husband's Betrayal My Brothers' Revenge (Rebekah) novel Chapter 191

Mason Wilde was waiting by the entrance. His eyes widened slightly when he saw Jensen get out of the car with Rebekah, but a sharp look from Jensen made him quickly school his features back to normal.

"This is my friend," Rebekah said, introducing Jensen.

Mason gave Jensen a polite nod before getting down to business. "The man we're looking for is named Grant."

Grant?

Rebekah frowned. Wasn't that Yvonne's brother? "Are you sure it's him?" she asked, finding it hard to believe. They had just had a confrontation at the university anniversary event a few days ago.

"I'm positive. I went over the surveillance footage from the surrounding roads on the day of the accident. He appeared on a road near the crash site. After digging deeper, I confirmed it was him."

Seeing the troubled look on her face, Jensen asked, "You know him?"

"Yes, he's Yvonne's brother. He's the one who caused a scene at the anniversary event." Jensen already knew about that, so Rebekah didn't have to elaborate.

Jensen nodded and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It's okay. Let's go."

His voice was firm and steady, and it immediately put her at ease.

Mason led the way to the building farthest from the main gate. They climbed the stairs to the seventh floor. Rebekah, not used to so much climbing, felt her legs begin to tremble by the time they reached the top. She was panting for breath, her face flushed and a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

Jensen saw her and raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk. "You really need to get in better shape, Bekah."

Rebekah had grown numb to him calling her 'Bekah' as a tease, noticing he only did it when he was about to make fun of her.

A moment later, the door creaked open. When the man—Grant—saw Rebekah standing there, his eyes shot wide open, and he sobered up instantly. His first instinct was to slam the door shut.

But Jensen simply rested a hand on the doorframe, and Grant couldn't budge it an inch.

"Can we talk?" Jensen asked.

"I have nothing to talk to you about! Get out, or I'll call the cops for trespassing!" Grant yelled, his voice tight with panic.

Rebekah frowned at him. "We just want to ask you something. We're not here to hurt you. Why are you so nervous?"

By now, most of Grant's drunken haze had cleared. Seeing that he couldn't close the door and that the three of them weren't leaving, he hesitated for a moment before finally letting them in.