Chapter: 1283

Rachel looked at the progress bar and saw a yellow duck jumping on it. Among the blocks of code, it looked really silly and funny.

“Boss, hello? Boss, can you hear me?" In the earpiece that had been hanging on her left ear, Quintin's voice came through along with intermittent current noises.

When Rachel was done speaking, she heard a grating sound from the earpiece. She pulled it off from her ear and put it back on. She then gently knocked on the earpiece.

Quentin, who was on the other end of the line, heard the knock. He knew that it was not appropriate for Rachel to speak at the moment.

“Rachel, you asked me this morning to investigate Kyle and I found something about him," Quintin said.

"You guessed it right. Little is known about him. I searched the database of the alliance, but there's still no information about him. So, I thought of asking my friend to help me find out things about him."

Rachel lowered her head and looked at the screen. The screen was broadcasting a presentation. Featured in the presentation was the personal information of Kyle.

Rachel already knew the information on the screen. This was the same information given to her by her assistant. But something caught her interest-a photograph.

Rachel clicked on it. It was a picture of Kyle on an ID card. It looked like it was taken when he had just graduated.

The photograph showed Kyle with his hair neat and tidy. His skin was relatively fair. He was wearing a pair of eyeglasses. He looked gentle, albeit a bit childish. Looking at the photograph, Rachel was reminded of seeing Kyle that afternoon.

The man in the photograph was obviously the younger Kyle. Judging from his looks, it seemed that he had changed a lot.

"But there is one thing that is strange." Quintin's voice came through the earpiece, interrupting Rachel's thoughts.

Sensing the confusion in Quintin's voice, Rachel looked away. It was rare for Quentin to feel strange about something. Rachel knocked on the earphone and told Quintin that she was still listening.

"In October this year, Kyle was on a business trip when he happened to encounter a terrorist attack. When he was returning to the hotel, he passed by a destroyed residential building. Part of the wall fell and hit the hood of his car and broke the windows. The car driver died on the spot and Kyle was seriously injured and hospitalized."

Frowning, Quintin looked at the time displayed on the computer screen.

"I have checked his admission record. I'm sure that he was seriously injured at that time and he was in a coma for half a month.”

Rachel didn't say anything. She just looked at the photograph. She knew what Quentin thought was strange.

“Despite his condition, Kyle was discharged from the hospital just a month after he came around from his coma. And soon after, he went back to work." Quintin pressed the switch of the pen he was holding and Rachel heard the sound it made.

It was somewhat unbelievable that Kyle would be able to recover so soon from a serious injury.

But of course, it was not impossible. There were a few people who had strong self-healing abilities in the world. But the man in the photograph didn't seem to be one of them.

October...

A car accident...

Rachel had this indescribable feeling relating the man in the photograph with the Kyle she had seen earlier.

Her rumination was interrupted by the car stopping at the gate of

Valmead Club.