FEDERICK REVENGE MILLIONAIRE SYSTEM

Chapter nine

I was stunned, completely dumbfounded by Marcu's' statement.

Without thinking, I grabbed his shoulder, my grip firm enough to startle him. "Are you serious?" I asked, my voice urgent.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"You have footage of the car at your gym?"

"Yes, I have it," he said, looking puzzled. "Isn't the footage near the scene enough to make the police find the car? This place is full of big shops—they must all have CCTV cameras installed, right?" he said looking at me but how do I tell him i have gone through the cafe without anything solid enough to nail Damian.

Relief flooded through me so intensely that I felt like crying. After days of running in circles, searching for evidence, I had finally found a breakthrough.

Marcus looked at me with concern. "Hey, what's going on? Why are you so emotional?"

"Marcus, take me to your place," I demanded.

" You might just be saving a life." I added

Without wasting time, we got up and we were soon on our way to the gym house.

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I never expected a coincidence like this to happen.

I had been so focused on Georgia since that night that I hadn’t even realized Marcus’ gym was so close to the accident scene. The thought made my chest tighten.

How had I missed this?

Walking beside him, I explained everything—the hit-and-run, my search for evidence, and the frustration of being stonewalled at every turn.

"I'm so sorry, Fred," Darius said, his voice heavy with sympathy. "I didn't know the accident happened to your girlfriend, let alone that you were with her that night." He hesitated before asking, "How is she now?"

I exhaled a shaky breath. "She's paralyzed."

"Oh God."

"The doctors say the damage to her nerves is severe. They don’t think she’ll recover."

Marcus cursed under his breath. "She could spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair, and yet the bastard who did this is still walking free? Damn it, Fred. How come you didn't know I was having my gym nearby?"

I clenched my fists. "I feel awfully for what happend. That’s exactly why I need that footage."

Marcus led me inside his gym, and despite everything, I couldn't help but chuckle. "Feels like my first time here," I muttered.

He smiled grimly. "I never thought a casual comment from me would make you this grateful. I assumed there’d be plenty of security footage from the district. I figured the police would have everything they needed to find the guy. But now you're telling me they almost closed the case because there’s no evidence?"

I scoffed bitterly. "Yeah. It's ridiculous. I don’t know how every single camera in the area suddenly 'failed' at the same time. It’s like someone went out of their way to erase all traces of that car."

Marcus frowned. "Wait… you already know who did it?"

"Yeah," I muttered, jaw tightening. "I even know why he did it."

"Holy crap. So he planned this? Was this a revenge or something?"

"People with money think they own the world. Fear doesn't matter when you're that powerful. Revenge, yes."

Marcus led me to the security room. "Alright, let's take a look."

I held my breath as he pulled up the footage. The moment the video started playing, my heart pounded. There it was—a luxury car stopping near the scene of the accident. But its pitch-black windows made it impossible to see the driver.

"Is that really his car?" Marcus asked, watching my reaction.

"Yeah. Witnesses said it was a Ferrari Spider," I confirmed.

Marcus folded his arms. "A car that expensive? That narrows it down. But this town is filled with rich people, Fred. You sure it's him? This could be anyone. Alot of people cruise around in the night with this expensive cars."

I laughed bitterly. "Rich people are the worst. They screw up, then use money to erase their mistakes." I replayed the footage again and again, trying to catch even the slightest glimpse of Damain's face. But the tinted windows were too dark.

"It’s a shame," I muttered, frustration bubbling up. "If I could just see his face, I’d have everything I need to nail him."

"Would a witness statement help?" Marcus asked suddenly.

I snapped my head toward him. "What?"

"One of my employees saw the driver's face that night," he explained.

I shot up from my chair. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah. She’s new here—her name’s Elena. She could have sworn she saw his face. The man who rammed over her."

"Can I meet her?"

"She doesn’t work nights, but she’ll be in tomorrow morning. I’ll let her know you’re coming."

A wave of relief crashed over me, and without thinking, I grabbed Darius in a tight hug. "God, Marcus, you have no idea how much this means to me. I a sure with this evidence, I am going to be able to get the justice Georgia deserves."

Marcus patted my back, then stepped away. "Don’t thank me yet. This is still a dangerous game you’re playing."

"What do you mean?" I asked, my stomach twisting at his serious tone.

"Think about it, Fred. If the guy you’re after is as rich as you say, then he probably paid off people to keep quiet. That’s why you kept hitting dead ends. The cameras didn’t 'fail'—someone made sure they didn’t capture anything useful. I would have advised to to let this go and forget all about it. But then she is your girlfriend. I know it is going to be hard to let go."

I swallowed hard. I had suspected it, but hearing it from someone else made it feel even more real.

"I tried to stay hopeful," I admitted. "I wanted to believe that someone would help me. That not everyone could be bought. I knew what I was getting myself into the moment the police are not cooperating. It was like they knew I was going to come knocking at their door."

"Fuck them!And did you find anyone?" Marcus asked clenching his hands in anger.

I shook my head.

Marcus let out a slow breath. "Never hope for a miracle when you're up against people like him, Fred. They don’t just want to escape justice—they want to make sure you suffer. They’ll do whatever it takes to keep you powerless."

His words sent a shiver down my spine. He was right. I couldn’t afford to play fair anymore.

"You’re right, Marcus," I said, my voice steely with resolve. "I can’t rely on hope. If I want justice, I need to be ruthless. I done playing the nice guy here. If Damain wants war then I am going to give him one!"