Chapter 209
It was another morning, and Rain was back at work, just as she should be. As she expected, she had become the star of the prosecution office. Curious and intrigued glances followed her as she walked down the hallway. Whispers floated in the air, but she held her head high, determined to focus on her responsibilities despite the attention.
“Good morning,” Rain greeted everyone in their department who acknowledged her, then headed straight to her private office. As soon as she sat down, her phone rang. It was the Chief Prosecutor’s secretary asking her to come to the Chief’s office.
“So early in the morning; I wonder what it is this time,” she mumbled with a sigh before heading out.
Upon arriving, the secretary escorted her inside. Rain raised an eyebrow at the sight of Henry already inside, sharing laughter with Chief Prosecutor John Hart.
“Oh, there you are, Prosecutor Lancaster. Come, take a seat,” the Chief instructed, and she sat opposite Henry.
“I called the two of you regarding the Obsidian Order case,” John began. He turned to Rain and added, “You shouldn’t handle this case alone, especially given its complexity. I want you and Henry to work on it together p>
Rain noticed the wide, satisfied grin on Henry’s face but kept her expression neutral. “Alright p>
“That’s good then,” John continued. “Henry has been here for years and has a wealth of experience. I believe you’ll learn a lot from him, Prosecutor Lancaster p>
Rain politely nodded and smiled at the chief. After a brief conversation about work, the Chief dismissed her and Henry.
As they exited, she murmured with a hint of irritation, “You really want to get your hands on this case, huh p>
Henry chuckled, his eyes gleaming with interest. “I told you, Rain, I want close involvement. It’s clear you won’t hand it over, so we might as well join forces p>
Rain couldn’t shake her curiosity. Something about Henry’s insistence on this case felt personal, as though there was more at play beneath his professional demeanour.
“You’re so suspicious,” she grumbled, narrowing her eyes at him.
Henry laughed, leaning in slightly. “Are you now interested in me because I’m suspicious?” he teased with a playful wink.
She let out an exasperated sigh. “Stop flirting with me, Henry. I’m married, and frankly, it makes me uncomfortable.” Her voice held a sharp edge, and she shot him a pointed look before turning on her heel.
Without waiting for a response, she strode back toward her office, her steps brisk. She could still hear Henry chuckling behind her, but she ignored it.
As she stepped inside the office, her phone buzzed with Brandon’s call. “Yes p>
“Are you available to meet? Vania recalled a few memories that might give you some clues for your case,” he informed her. Rain didn’t hesitate. She quickly informed the office that she’d be out for fieldwork and headed for the exit.
Seeing her haste, Henry called after her, “Is that connected to the case? I’ll go with you p>
“No,” she replied firmly, not breaking stride. “It’s a different case I’m working on, Henry p>
Besides, it wasn’t like she was lying… Vania’s case wasn’t yet confirmed to be linked to the Obsidian Order, even though she had fallen victim to Michael Astor at The Gentleman’s Club.
It was merely a hunch she and Brandon shared that The Gentleman’s Club might have ties to the Obsidian Order.
Settling into the car, Rain opened her files, flipping through the documents as she reviewed the details. Since Alexander insisted on her safety, Rico had been assigned as both her driver and bodyguard.
“Make sure we’re not being followed; we’re heading straight to a safe location to meet a witness,” Rain instructed Rico.
“Understood, Madam,” Rico replied, immediately making a call to coordinate security.
They soon arrived at one of Brandon’s safehouses, where Vania was staying. Rain stepped inside and saw Vania slowly walking with the help of a physical therapist, looking far better than the last time she’d seen her confined to a hospital bed.
“You made it,” Brandon greeted her with a nod. He pointed to a nearby table. “Take a seat; I’ll bring Vania over p>
Rain sat, observing as Brandon gently guided Vania toward her. It was odd to see him so delicate, as if afraid Vania might break with the slightest misstep. She held back a smirk. If Sanya were here, she’d be quick to tease Brandon, claiming he’d finally fallen for a woman.
As Vania neared, her eyes locked onto Rain’s face, a flicker of recognition sparking in her gaze. She hesitated, her expression shifting as memories seemed to surface. Rain offered her a gentle, reassuring smile, but Vania’s eyes widened, fear and awe mixing in her gaze.
“It’s… you,” Vania stammered, her voice barely a whisper. She drew back slightly, clinging to Brandon’s arm for support. “I remember… ’Twilight p>
“Oh, that? She’s actually an undercover agent working for me. She entered The Gentleman’s Club as an entertainer to gather intel,” Brandon informed, causing Rain’s eyes to widen in disbelief. She couldn’t believe he had just blurted that out in front of Vania.
“Seriously?” Rain shot Brandon a look that screamed, ’What the heck?’ Her mind raced with the implications of his revelation, unsure whether to be impressed or annoyed.
Brandon offered an awkward smile, his shoulders slightly raised as if to say, ’What did I do p>
Vania looked between them, confusion clouding her features. “Wait, you mean she was spying on them p>
“You could say that,” Brandon replied with a thoughtful smile as he helped Vania settle into her seat. “Anyway, just tell her everything you remember because she’ll help you with this case p>
Vania frowned, her expression crumpling into disbelief. “But how can she help me? She’s just a spy p>
Rain wasn’t quite sure how to react. Vania had shown a tough attitude during their last encounter at The Gentleman’s Club, and it seemed that fierceness hadn’t faded.
However, she also noticed Vania’s attempt to apologize. “I didn’t mean to sound degrading,” Vania added, her tone softening slightly. “It’s just that you’re an undercover agent, so I don’t see how you can help me out p>
Rain chuckled, appreciating the honesty. “That makes sense indeed,” she murmured, trying to keep the atmosphere light.
Brandon quickly interjected, “She’s a prosecutor, Vania. She definitely can help you in this case p>
Vania’s eyes widened slightly, and for the first time, there was a flicker of hope in her gaze. “A prosecutor? So you have the authority to actually do something about this p>
“Yes,” Rain affirmed, her voice steady and reassuring. “I’m here to gather evidence, build a case, and make sure those responsible are held accountable. But I need your help to do that p>
Vania looked at Rain, uncertainty mixing with determination. “Okay. I’ll tell you what I remember,” she said, her voice gaining strength. “But you have to promise me you’ll protect me p>
“I promise,” Rain replied sincerely, feeling the weight of the commitment. “Let’s start from the beginning p>