The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 918

The print shop was small. Through the front window, under a dim yellow light, they could vaguely see the owner leaning over the counter, scrolling on his phone.

Danielle followed Alexander out of the car, and they deliberately slowed their pace as they approached, taking in their surroundings. The street was lined with old shops, and foot traffic was sparse. Next to the print shop was a closed general store with discarded cardboard boxes piled in a corner, giving the area a secluded feel. It was the perfect place for shady business.

When they pushed the door open, the owner glanced up. His eyes scanned their expensive clothes before returning to his phone. “Printing or copying?” he asked dismissively.

“I’d like to ask you something,” Alexander said, walking to the counter. He placed a few hundred-dollar bills on the surface. “Has a woman in a red dress and sunglasses been here often, printing documents?”

The owner’s eyes lingered on the money for a moment, but he didn’t reach for it. Instead, he frowned. “I run a business here. I don’t keep track of my customers.”

“If you need something printed, give it to me. If not, please leave.”

His tone was guarded, and he had pointedly avoided the question about the woman in red.

Alexander added another stack of cash to the pile, his voice remaining even. “We just want to understand the situation. We won’t cause you any trouble. Tell us the truth, and this money is yours.”

The owner looked up, a flicker of indecision in his eyes, but after a moment’s hesitation, he pushed the money back. “I told you, I don’t know anything. If you keep this up, I’m calling the police.”

He reached for the phone on the counter, his attitude unusually hostile.

Danielle tugged on Alexander’s sleeve and shook her head slightly. The tighter the owner’s lips were sealed, the more it confirmed something was wrong. If it were just a regular customer, he’d have no reason to be so defensive, let alone refuse easy money.

Alexander understood. He took back the cash, didn't press further, and walked out of the shop with Danielle.

He didn’t show any ID, but his composed and authoritative presence made the clerk instinctively trust him.

The clerk hesitated, looking troubled. “I don’t have the authority to release security footage. I’ll have to ask my manager.”

He picked up a walkie-talkie and briefly explained the situation to his manager. A few minutes later, a middle-aged man in a black jacket hurried over.

He sized up Alexander and Danielle, his tone cautious. “Do you have any credentials? We need to follow proper procedure. I can’t just hand over our surveillance tapes.”

“It’s an urgent matter. The paperwork will be provided later,” Alexander said. He dialed Attorney Stewart and put the call on speaker. “Attorney Stewart, we’re at the convenience store on Center Street. We need to obtain their security footage. Could you speak with the manager?”

Stewart’s clear, professional voice came through the phone. “Good evening. This is Attorney Stewart. I am currently handling the case involving Millie’s alleged theft of state secrets. Accessing this footage is necessary to secure evidence. I will send over a formal letter from my firm and a court order to assist in the investigation shortly.”