Katherine was about to invite her to the Grant Residence today. But the sudden news ended her plan.
Since Nicolas would be invited to the residence of the Masons, Frances would be asked to stay today.
So Katherine soon hung up the phone. Then she made a call to Marshall.
Not until a while later did he answer it. He seemed to be in somewhere spacious. Katherine could even
hear someone talking through the phone.
She paused, “You are not in the office?”
Marshall paused and then answered, “No.”
Katherine breathed out a sigh of relief as she knew that he must hang out for business instead of a
stripper club or something like that. So she didn’t intend to question about where he was.
She just said, “I just called your mom. And she told me that Nicolas will be invited to her house for
lunch today.”
Marshall was rendered surprised, “You mean the dwelling of her family?”
Katherine nodded, “Probably. You deem it bad news, right? I found myself inappropriate to intercept but
you can do the job, I suppose.”
Marshall replied after a short pause, “Don’t worry. Let me plan for this. I don’t that guy has a chance if
my mom holds her position.”
Though he said so, Katherine still felt uneasy.
Nicolas appeared to be too friendly and kind for Frances to refuse. If enough time was spared for him,
he would probably capture her heart.
Though Katherine didn’t appear to be rational this time, nor did she find something favorable from
Khalid, she still hoped from the bottom of her heart that the relationship between him and Frances
could be revived.
In a word, she preferred a perfect ending as what she had been insisting from the very beginning.
Marshall seemed to be busily occupied. He soon hung up the phone.
He put down his phone and then turned around.
Now he was actually standing outside the warehouse, in which there locked a few guys.
His plan was now smoothly under way.
Marshall simply waited outside. After a while, someone approached with her hand on his shoulder.
“Mr. Grant, it has been a long time. Don’t you wanna say something to me?”
Marshall turned around and found that it was Kyra, who dressed sexy with a tempting smile.
Marshall frowned, “Be careful when you are working in the underground casino. They will be suspicious
after missing a few men of theirs.”
Kyra smiled. Her hand slightly scratched down his shoulder and fell onto his arm, “Of course I will. Are
you showing your concern with me?”
Her alluring act rendered him displeased. He kept frowning with strong sulkiness.
After a short pause, Kyra raised her head to look at him. And then she slowly withdrew her hand.
She stood by his side with her arms wrapping around her shoulders. Her voice returned to be normal,
“Though I was living a decent life before I met you, I still enjoyed my days with no troubles of danger.
Marshall, I can’t even figure out a reason to explain for my sacrifice.”
Marshall didn’t respond until quite a while later, “How much do you need this time? I will make Peter
transfer as much as you need.”
Kyra turned to look at him. She stared at him and then smiled, “You always mention about money
whenever I talk to you. Huh…”
Then she suddenly continued, “You do know about me.”
She then turned around and strutted outside the warehouse area with her slim waist shaking.
Meanwhile, she waved at him, “I gotta go. I have been promoted to a position that would bring myself
suspicion if I stay out for too long.”
Marshall didn’t respond. When her figure faded away from his sight, he then entered the warehouse.
He had someone dismantle the bug he found last night. It was an oversea product, totally water-proof
and tamper-proof.
The one behind must be powerful enough to easily access to these gadgets.
Marshall smiled. Though it was an amazing bug, actually it could be easily traced.
Peter soon reported the information he got in the morning.
The bug was ordered from an oversea market, which was easily found with mere effort.
Marshall stepped inside the warehouse, where there kept a few guys—some of them were awake,
some of them seemed to be sleeping, while the rest were in coma.
A man was tied on a chair near the door, who just got badly beaten.
Marshall stood and watched. Then he told his men, “Get him out. I need to talk to him alone.”
While that man was lifted and taken out of the door, it suddenly reminded Marshall of what Katherine
had done last time.
She appeared to be so talented in torture that she didn’t even look like a lady.
At the thought of that, he smiled and then walked to a flat ground outside.
Actually, the crux of interrogation was about the level of physical pain.
Commonly speaking, what Katherine had said was right—no man could keep the secret forever as long
as with enough pain.
But Marshall didn’t intend to take time on it. Nor did he appear to be patient enough. Before he was
about to question, he made his men bloodlet that guy.
Obviously, it worked better than starting with battering after questioning.
That man kept screaming. Before Marshall started to question, he hurried to confess, “Stop! I will tell
you everything!”
Marshall put away the knife and simply ignored his bleeding palms, “Alright, tell me. I wanna see if you
can say something I want.”
That man was rendered stunned when hearing this vague request.
Marshall grabbed the knife again and pressed it against his cut, “Hurry!”
That man yelled loud, “Alright, alright! I am telling you everything I know!”
This man served as a junior manager in the underground casino.
Though he wasn’t involved in the kidnap of Margaret last time, he still knew something about it as he
was part of the process when doing pledge for the car used for kidnap.
So he said something about the car.
As the kidnapper made it a substitute to pay off his debt, the car should be the property of the casino
though it wasn’t officially transferred.
The car, intact when it was kept, was only parked inside the casino for one day and then it was driven
away by someone else before the process of transfer was started.
Since they lost the car, the process of transfer was put off.
The man once asked something about it. But he got no response from his superior. So he didn’t intend
to ask further.
Of course, he knew the casino had also engaged in something dirty.
But he didn’t know what exactly it was about as he was just a junior manager.
What was more, he got well paid monthly. So for the sake of money, he would like to be kept in the
dark.
The man confessed everything he knew. He even confessed that one of his superiors had hung out for
prostitutes.
He said everything he knew as he had no idea what Marshall exactly wanted from him.
Finally, he finished everything he knew.
The man was about to cry loud. “That’s all I know! I have told your
everything!”
The man was about to cry loud. “That's all | know! | have told your
everything!”
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