Oswald yawned. He did not feel like sleeping anymore. He got out of bed and nned to get himself a


    ss of water to make his throat feel better.


    When he walked out of the room, he realized the door was left open.


    “Who the f*ck didn''t close the doorst night?" Oswald could not help but scowl when he saw that.


    Were they not inviting thieves to break into their house if the door was left open?


    It would be fine if the door was not usually closed, but he had just got what Pierre asked him to get


    from his office. What should he do if they did not close the door and everything was stolen?


    Oswald walked toward the door and closed it.


    However, he was worried thieves had broken into their house. He immediately opened the door of the


    room beside him.


    The two of them were sleeping soundly on the bed.


    Oswald thought it was one of them who did not close the door when they came backst night. He


    kicked their beds and asked, "Who didn''t close the doorst night?"


    The two men sleeping on the bed did not respond.


    Oswald ran out of patience. He came forward and pped them in their faces to wake them up. "Wake


    up!"


    The men on the bed slowly woke up when they were pped in their faces. They saw Oswald standing


    beside the headboard. One of them asked drowsily, "Brother Oswald, what''s the matter?"


    "Who didn''t close the doorst night?!" asked Oswald.


    One of the men rose to his feet and stroked his aching face. He replied, "Boss, we closed the doorst


    night."


    "How''s that possible?! The door was left open!" Oswald pointed at the door outside.


    The man recalled what happenedst night and said, "You were still drinking at the bar when we came


    homest night. You were thest one toe home. Could it be that you were drunk and you forgot


    to close the door?"


    "Bullsh*t. I never forgot to close the door," cursed Oswald. He had always kept the habit of closing the


    door. No matter how drunk he was, the first thing he did when he arrived home was to close the door.


    He had always done that, and he had never failed to close the door.


    The man stroked his face and made a guess, "Did thieves break into the house?" “This house would be


    a mess if thieves had broken in! Look, does this ce look like thieves have been here?" ranted


    Oswald. The living room looked like how it was yesterday.


    Even though it was messy, the living room would be a bigger mess if the thieves broke in. There was


    no way it would look like what it did yesterday.


    "Then it must be Mr. Pierre. He probably went out and forgot to close the door," the other man piped in.


    Pierre had been in his room when they came backst night.


    Hence, it was probably Pierre who went out and forgot to close the door.


    "Really? The police are still looking for him..." doubted Oswald. Pierre was on the wanted list now, but


    he was not a wanted criminal. However, the police posted Pierre''s photo and announced to the public


    that anyone would be rewarded if they provided some useful information to track him down.


    Hence, the only difference between Pierre and a wanted criminal was that the bounty offered for the


    capture of the criminal was higher.


    The reward offered for capturing Pierre was much lower than the one offered for wanted criminals.


    After all, the police only wanted to investigate Pierre.


    They would not be arresting him.


    Nevertheless, Pierre still refused to show up. He said that he would only show up after waiting for the


    Mallory family to clean up the mess.


    Would Pierre go out at this moment?


    The man nced outside the window and said, "It''s not daylight yet, and there aren''t many people


    outside. Mr. Pierre probably wanted to take a walk and get some fresh air."


    "Let me check." Oswald was still worried. He returned to his bedroom and confirmed that the money he


    took at Pierre''s office was still there. Only then did he walk toward Pierre''s room.


    The door was left open.


    Oswald thought it was just like what his subordinate told him and that Pierre went to take a walk. When


    he was about to turn around and leave, he caught a glimpse of the knife on the floor.


    "Something''s wrong," mumbled Oswald. He immediately dashed into Pierre''s bedroom and turned on


    the lights. Then, he shouted at the two men who were in the next room, "Get over here!"


    "Oswald, what''s wrong?" A few secondster, the two men walkedzily and yawned while they


    headed to the room.


    "Mr. Pierre has been kidnapped." Oswald''s face turned pale.


    "How''s that possible?!" One of the men frowned. "How could we not know if someone came to kidnap


    Mr. Pierre?"


    Kidnapping someone was a noisy affair, but none of them woke up. It was impossible.


    Oswald thought he was right. They were not awakenedst night, and they were sleeping soundly as


    though nothing happened.


    He nced at the knife on the floor and added, "Something''s not right. Mr. Pierre has been keeping the


    knife under his pillow since Leroy came. It was just to make sure he''d be safe, but he''s gone now and


    the knife is left here. Besides, Mr. Pierre is always cautious. How could he go out alone?"


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    The two men exchanged nces with each other.


    What Oswald said was right.


    However, how could there not be any noise when Pierre was kidnapped?


    “Oswald, how could Mr. Pierre not have made any noise if he was kidnapped? Could it be that he was


    drugged?" asked one of the men. Other than the knife on the floor, it was difficult for them to find out


    what really happened.


    It was because Pierre''s room was always messy.


    Also, they dared not step into this room ever since Pierre moved here. Hence, they did not know what it


    was like in the room.


    "Drugged... How''s that possible? Mr. Pierre is a tall man. Wouldn''t the kidnapper make a lot of noise if


    he wanted to drug him? There''s no way we wouldn''t have woken up in the middle of the night even if


    we drank a lot!" replied Oswald as he knocked some sense into the man''s head.


    Another man spoke, "But what if we were drugged too?"


    Oswald was startled for a moment.


    He did feel that something was odd when he woke up today. He could feel something in his nose and


    throat.


    It did not seem like the after-effects of alcohol.


    "Did you feel like something was wrong when you woke up today?" Oswald immediately asked.


    "Yes. My throat felt dry and itchy, and my nose isn''t feeling well. Why is the air so dry when it''s spring?"


    replied one of the men.


    "I feel that way too." Another man went along with him. "Could it be that we''ve been drugged?"


    "I have this feeling too. It looks like we were drugged after we drank. The kidnapper was so quiet.


    That''s why he got rid of us so easily. We weren''t awoken no matter how loud the noise was in Mr.


    Pierre''s room." Oswald''s face turned pale white.


    Pierre was hiding here, but this was not only his hiding ce. He also hoped that they could protect


    him.


    However, Pierre was taken away right under their nose.


    "Oswald, what should we do? Should we call the police?" One of the men panicked. If anything


    happened to Pierre, the Mallory family woulde looking for them.


    "Are you an idiot? The police are looking for him now. Won''t you be sending him to the police station if


    you call the police?"


    "What should we do now? Mr. Pierre just vanished into thin air. What should we tell the Mallory family if


    theye looking for us?"