“Uhh, bathing..." Jason let out a troubled expression. "Mr. Crawford, I''ve never done this before. I don''t


    know how."


    Luke knew Jason would misunderstand and said with a dark expression, "I don''t need you to help me. I


    just need you to help me get into the bathtub."


    ''He doesn''t need me to help him take a bath!''


    Jason let out a breath of relief and said, "No problem with that, Mr. Crawford."


    Luke looked at Luca''s door which was closed tightly. With a dark look in his eyes, he said, "Your


    Russian must be bad, right?"


    Jason scratched his head, feeling embarrassed. "I don''t speak Russian, Mr. Crawford. I always use


    English when I''mmunicating with the hotel staff."


    As he did not know Russian, it took him a long time to get the hotel management to find him a driver


    who knew English. He also needed an exclusive kitchen.


    "Prepare the trantion software. Tomorrow, you''ll be my main assistant," Luke decided and said.


    Initially, he decided to have Luca attend. Apart from everything else, her Russian was the most fluent.


    However, Luca was currently injured. He was not willing to let her tire herself out. He wanted her to stay


    in the hotel to get some rest even though he might not be able to get anyone else to help him out if she


    was not present.


    "Do you really want me to go, Mr. Crawford? I don''t know Russian," Jason said helplessly. He only


    knew threenguages but not Russian. Previously, T Corporation had never worked together with


    Russia. They always mainly worked with America and Europe. English could be used.


    Besides, Luke initially nned to have Luca be the assistant this time and even have her be the


    trantor. Hence, thepany did not provide any trantors.


    Luca was capable. Even if they relied on the trantion software to help trante things, they would


    have to edit the words which would be quite hard.


    "No one can change the decision that I''ve made," said Luke. He had decided.


    Jason had no choice but to nod his head in agreement.


    On the other hand.


    Gordan went back to the vi, exasperated. The maid came from the opposite side. Before she could


    speak, he said, "Get lost."


    The maid was astonished. ''Who made him this mad? Why is he in such a bad mood?''


    "Sir, dinner''s ready." Despite being barked at by Gordan, she still said politely.


    "I''m not going to eat. Go away." Gordan stomped his way upstairs.


    The maid saw it and did not catch up to him. She was puzzled. ''Judging from his looks, I wonder who


    offended him?''


    Gordan had a dark look and returned to his bedroom. Bang! The door was mmed shut.


    He was outside the whole day. He was either at the Civil Affairs Bureau or Ostin Hotel.


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    Vivian was taken away, and he had to investigate who was behind it. He arrived at Ostin Hotel and


    wanted to utilize the connections he had to get his hands on the surveince footage of the hotel.


    However, the staff had been warned by others. When Gordan came to ask for the surveince footage,


    he was immediately rejected.


    They imed that this was a breach of the guests'' privacy. They could not just reveal the footage to


    anyone unless it was the cops.


    That rejection made Gordan feel as though he had been granted two tight ps on the face. Gordan


    attempted to seek an alternative way, but everyone seemed to have been warned and rejected his


    request. Even bribery was ineffective!


    There was no other reason behind it. The enemy must have taken action a step faster than him when


    they brought Vivian away.


    ''If it was Ray, then it''s fine. But if it''s another organization, it''s going to be bad. I can''t find anything. I


    need Ray to personally look into it.''


    However, he did not have the thought of giving Ray a call because of his pride. Besides, he did not


    want thetter to misunderstand that he was concerned about Vivian.


    As for the cops...


    The cops in Russia worked depending on the power they had. If they knew this case was rted to an


    underworld organization, they would not take any action. Besides, Gordan was an influential person as


    well. ''Me, lodging a police report? I can''t do such an embarrassing thing.''


    Gordan sat on the sofa and lit a cigar. He took a few puffs aggressively.


    It was not that he had never suspected it was Ray''s men who brought Vivian away but there was no


    movement from Ray''s side. There was also no news about Vivian, and no one knew where she went


    to.


    ''If it was Ray who took her away, there would''ve been a reaction from him by now! But from the current


    looks of it, it doesn''t look like.''


    Gordan squinted his eyes and looked at the divorce papers on the table which he had not signed.


    His phone suddenly rang. Gordan nced at it. It was a call from an unknown number. He answered,


    "Who''s this?"


    "Hi, is this Mr. Norton?" It was a woman''s voice on the other end of the call. She spoke softly and was


    polite. It did not sound like a thug.


    Gordan extinguished the cigar. "I am. Who''s this?"


    "I''m Misha, Ms. Vivian''s appointed divorcewyer," Misha introduced herself. She called up just to


    rify some issues.


    "What''s the issue?" Gordan knew her and knew she worked under Ray as a familywyer.


    Misha had helped Ray solve lots of issues regarding thew and was quite a capablewyer in her


    field.


    "Ms. Vivian has asked me to make a draft of the divorce agreement. I''ll be fully in charge of this divorce


    case, but it seems like you haven''t settled the divorce. I''d like to know about what''s going on," Misha


    said. Vivian has already signed the divorce papers a few days ago but Gordan had yet to take any


    action.


    Hence, they were puzzled.