Demon CEO's Hidden Love: Mr Grayson Stole Me From My Abusive Husband-Chapter 161: The Evidence Needed

Thane wheeled Brooke towards the car warmed up and waiting for them. She noticed Gilbert behind the wheel, but didn’t see Hannah with him. She then recalled that she was back with Matthew, in some other city.

Wordlessly, Thane carried her into the back seat. She scooted over to create room for him, but he closed the door and sat in front with Gilbert.

"To the hangar." Thane said, right before resting his head against the seat and dozing off.

Brooke’s eyes fell on the packs of medicines lying carelessly on the backseat, some tablets strewn across the car’s backseat.

’He must’ve come here straight from the hospital.’ She noted to herself, guilt reeling in.

The drive to the hangar was silent, and the jet ride home was even more silent, with Thane sitting next to her but not even acknowledging her existence.

She also noticed he didn’t eat anything the entire flight, and when they arrived in the country, he took a separate car from hers.

"Mr Grayson, where are you headed?" she asked, as he fastened her seatbelt for her.

He grunted, "I have a work meeting."

"But you just got back-" she was cut off when he kissed her forehead, and then closed the door. She watched from the rolled down glass as he strode over to the other car, completely ignoring her.

A sigh escaped her lips. "I messed up." Just as she said that, the old man popped in her mind. She had wanted to see him and say thank you for defending her. And maybe help him open that social media account she promised to.

But she dared not bring it up with Thane, not when he was so angry about what happened.

"Welcome back Mrs Grayson." The driver greeted.

Brooke looked at the driver to see it was the one she suspected to be her bodyguard, Aaron. She smiled, realizing that she was miles and miles away from the Grayson estate, and finally back home.

Her phone vibrated on her laps. She picked it up and stared at the notification on her screen.

-"Filming starts in two days!"-

"There’s someone waiting to see you." Jen’s neighbor said to her, by the base of the staircase of her apartment building.

Jen’s body tensed, "Who?" Ethan hadn’t come in to work today, so she had some sort of relief.

"I don’t know, but he’s been waiting in front of your door for hours. We told him we’d call the cops if he didn’t leave, but he said it was urgent business."

Urgent business? With her? She clutched her phone tightly in her hand with the police’s number sitting on the screen. She could hear her heart racing when she saw someone in a black hoodie, standing by her door, his hands tucked into his pockets.

She sharply turned around to retreat, but kicked a can of soda, laying next to the trash bin, nearly falling down the stairs.

The visitor turned his head, he recognized her in an instant, then charged towards her. He pulled her by the wrist, helping to balance her, but Jen struggled against his grip.

"Let me go! Help-"

"Jen it’s me!" Oliver whispered loudly, he pulled down his hood to reveal himself as Avery’s boyfriend.

"Oliver? What are you doing here?" she whispered back, planting her feet firmly to the ground.

"Let’s not talk in the open." He gestured at her front door, then at the keys hanging from her bag’s strap.

She nodded, then proceeded to open the door. Stepping inside, Oliver noticed the high end brands stacked together in a corner of the room, untouched. He leveled his gaze to the bag she carried over her shoulder and narrowed his eyes.

"How is Avery doing? I’m sorry I couldn’t come see her again, I’ve been so busy with work." She said, opening her windows.

Oliver pulled himself a seat by the dining table and gestured her to take one too.

"I have some pasta in the fridge if you want-"

Oliver cut her off by pulling out taped together pieces of paper from his hoodie, drawing her attention. "What is this?" she asked, helping herself to a seat.

"Two business class tickets for a paid vacation and a shredded HR report." He announced, sliding them over to Jen.

Jen gasped when she saw the HR report filed by Avery. But as she read further she soon realized what had brought Oliver here.

"H-How did you get this?" Jen stuttered.

"Her desk mate called me to pick up her stuff from work. I was highly suspicious of everything that happened, so I searched her trash for anything, a clue that could help place my thoughts in the right direction. And that’s when I saw these." He explained.

"It seems like my hunch was right, Avery’s accident was arson. And it was your boss, Ethan Halton who orchestrated it!" he spat out.

Jen shook her head, "No, that’s not true-"

"He was assaulting you! Avery reported it and got-"

She closed her eyes, but the image of Avery burning in a fire haunted her head. She opened her watery eyes, sniffling she said, "Oliver, please let this go. For all our sakes."

"My girlfriend is in the hospital! She has scars that may heal-" he hissed, unable to say another word.

"But we can’t do anything! Look at Avery! That’s what happens when we cross him." Jen argued.

"We call the cops-"

"He’ll just pay them off! It’s Ethan Halton, the richest man in the city, he’s untouchable! Trust me when I say this, we can’t do anything, we’re too weak." She cried out.

Oliver shook his head. "With enough proof, we can."

Jen looked at him incredulously, "A torn up report and two plane tickets won’t even scratch his name."

"I know, that’s why I came to you." He pulled out a phone and quickly tapped on a picture. He passed it to Jen, who immediately recognized the phone to be Avery’s.

She was shocked that her phone wasn’t destroyed.

"When they found her, she had her phone clutched tightly, shielding it from the explosion. I could tell, that she had something on her phone, something she couldn’t compromise getting lost to the fire." He explained.

Jen took the phone and stared at the picture. "This is a list of all the interns we’ve had at the company" She raised her gaze to his, "Why was she interested in this?"

"Look at the name of the person she circled around."

Jen did so and raised a brow, "Brooke? Brooke Larson? Isn’t she the one from that film-" she stopped herself from digressing, "She was an intern?"

"Look at the date she joined as an intern and the position she held." he urged her

Reading through her file, Jen gasped, "She used to be Ethan’s secretary..."

He lowered his tone and spoke slowly, meaning every word. "I can bet you that Ethan Halton has always been an asshole, and this woman," he tapped on the screen, "Brooke might just have the evidence we need to take that bastard down."