Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 895 - 510: Mixing the Fake with the Genuine, Confusing Names and Faces_2

Chapter 895: Chapter 510: Mixing the Fake with the Genuine, Confusing Names and Faces_2

And it seemed there were differences in height as well.

Because Molly had had close contact with Sean Knight, so now, when she compared Lincoln Harrington after the initial comparison of appearances, many different details were uncovered.

However, at the moment, she didn’t speak; she was also hoping that the Lincoln Harrington before her was really Luke Anderson, merely disguised in some fine details.

Those losses, she couldn’t afford to compensate.

Therefore, the only way to clear her own suspicions and extricate herself from this affair was to find the real culprit, to find that Luke Anderson.

The policeman did not just listen to the security guard captain; he asked Lincoln Harrington:

"Which hotel were you staying at?"

"Hilton Hotel. I just checked out; the reception has the record," Lincoln Harrington asserted confidently.

The police immediately made a phone call to the Hilton Hotel.

"... Are you confirmed to be a policeman? Then I will note down your badge number... I need to check, please wait a moment..."

The police indicated there was no rush.

Shortly after, the reception at the Hilton Hotel replied:

"We indeed have a record of a traveler from China named Lincoln Harrington checked in. He mostly stayed around the hotel during these days, going out every day, but he would return each night.

We have video monitoring that can show the times this traveler came and went. He just checked out about one hour ago."

After hanging up the phone, the policeman asked the security guard captain:

"Are the volunteers testing the drug always staying in the laboratory and not going out?"

"Of course." The security guard captain said confidently, "They signed a contract, necessitating them to be available throughout the day..."

Molly was beginning to sense that they might have made a mistake this time. She watched Lincoln Harrington intently, trying to find something amiss on his face or body.

She was now certain Lincoln Harrington was not Luke Anderson, but she couldn’t believe two people who looked so alike were unrelated.

However, at this moment, Lincoln Harrington was dressed in brand-name clothes, which were understatedly luxurious, completely different from the first day Molly saw him, so she did not think in that direction.

The policeman stressed to the security guard captain:

"We have now confirmed that this gentleman has been staying at the hotel in the last few days, goes out during the day sometimes, but has been spending the nights in the hotel, which doesn’t match your description.

I’m now going to send my colleague to the hotel to retrieve the surveillance footage. If the footage confirms this, then, according to the regulations, I’m obliged to let this gentleman go."

Lincoln Harrington had been silent the entire time.

The policeman was very satisfied with his behavior.

The security guard captain, however, seemed to be going a bit crazy:

"Officer, how is this possible? He clearly is— you’ve seen it too, the man in the photos is him!"

"Sir, we cannot condemn a man based solely on photographs. For now, let’s wait for the news—Sir, are you in a hurry to board?"

"It’s not particularly urgent," Lincoln Harrington said with a wave of his hand:

"There’s still some time."

"Then please wait here for a while. I believe the results will be out very soon."

Lincoln Harrington nodded to the policeman, then nodded to both the security guard captain and Molly, and went to sit down on a nearby chair.

He behaved like a perfect gentleman throughout.

The security guard captain was somewhat frantic but didn’t know what to do.

Molly thought for a moment and went to sit beside Lincoln Harrington.

The two were very close, forcing Lincoln Harrington to shift to the side.

"Where is he?" Molly took out a cigarette and didn’t light it, just twirling it in her hand, "Tell me, where is he?"

Lincoln Harrington did not expect this woman to be so convinced he was associated with "Luke Anderson", he pretended not to understand and asked:

"Who?"

"Luke Anderson, or rather, the man disguised to look very much like you. Are you using some kind of scheme, with you here attracting our attention while he leaves through another channel?"

"No, no, no, I don’t know what you’re talking about," Lincoln Harrington shook his head, feigning confusion, "I don’t know the person you’re talking about, nor do I know where he is.

I think I have a piece of advice for you; instead of wasting time here on a fruitless task, it’d be better to find the person quickly."

"No, no, no," Molly shook her head, "Mr. Qin, you don’t have to deny it, you’re definitely related to that Luke Anderson. Although I don’t have evidence right now, it doesn’t mean I’m a fool... Ah, maybe I really am a fool..."

Regretting the overnight affair that led to the current situation, Molly felt very remorseful.

After a little while, a colleague of the policeman made a phone call, and after speaking to him, he walked over to Lincoln Harrington and said:

"Sir, your statements have been confirmed, you are free to go."

Lincoln Harrington stood up, thanked the policeman:

"Thank you."

Then he nodded to Molly, ignored the security guard captain, and entered the security channel.

Although the security guard captain was very confounded, he also knew he couldn’t change this fact.

Even though the big boss behind his company could ask the police to assist in the investigation, he couldn’t make the police "go against the facts" to arrest someone who had already been proven innocent.

"What do we do, Professor Molly?" The security guard captain was unsure of how to proceed.

"Keep investigating," Molly, feeling that the matter was already a failure but also knowing that giving up was not an option, left behind those words and turned to leave.

Sean Knight was waiting on the airplane for Lincoln Harrington and then asked Charles Young to request takeoff.

The airplane left the airport, vanishing into the night sky. Molly, with a sense of intuition, watched the plane from the parking lot, wondering if the real "Luke Anderson" might be on that airplane?