Mr. Be already believed what Oswald said was true when they told him about the burry at


    Pierre''s office.


    However, he erred on the side of caution and asked them to tell him more about the details.


    Oswald looked at him. He hesitated whether or not he should tell Mr. Be more about it.


    If he told Mr. Be the burry hemitted in detail, he would be in deep trouble in case Mr.


    Be called the police.


    Mr. Be noticed that Oswald had been quiet. He knew what Oswald was worried about. He said,


    “Don''t worry. I just want to make sure that you''re telling the truth. If what you said is true, then we know


    you''re working for Mr. Pierre. We won''t call the police if you''re Mr. Pierre''s men. You only have to tell


    me the details of the burry."


    "Well, we broke into Mr. Pierre''s office that night, and we stole everything he kept in the safebox—


    documents, cash, and stuff he kept in the drawers. We were afraid that the police would suspect


    something was wrong, so we stole something from the financial department too. Most of them were


    cash. I didn''t steal the phones the employees left in the office. We left after that. Oh, the one who led


    the way for us was Mr. Pierre''s secretary. She can prove it. She met Mr. Pierre at my house back then,"


    exined Oswald. He clenched his teeth angrily at the thought of the pretty secretary whom Leroy took


    along with him.


    "Come in." Mr. Be immediately invited him into the house.


    There was no difference between the police''s investigation results and what Oswald told him.


    There were only two rooms that had been broken into at Pierre''s office. One of them was the


    president''s office, and another one was the financial department.


    Pierre was not at the office. That was why no one knew what he kept there. The police reported that


    the sealed safebox was violently pried open and the burr stole everything kept in it.


    Also, the employees working at the financial department stated that thepany''s cash had been


    stolen too.


    The details Oswald gave him were the same as the police''s report.


    Oswald and Flynn exchanged nces with each other and followed Mr. Be into the house.


    Mr. Be told them to wait in the living room. Then, he went up the stairs in a hurry.


    Oswald looked at the luxurious living room of Mallory Manor. He could not help but exim, "So, this is


    what a rich man''s house looks like. There''s a world of difference between his ce and that pigpen of


    mine."


    "Yes. Mr. Pierre''s family is extremely rich." Flynn could not help but exim, "Mr. Oswald, why isn''t Mr.


    Pierre hiding here when he lives in such a big house? The police officers wouldn''t be able to find him if


    he hides in one of the corners. He doesn''t have to go as far as staying at our shabby house."


    Oswald lifted his hand and hit Flynn on his head. "Use your brain. Would Old Master Mallory be happy


    to find out what Mr. Pierre had done? Are there any other ces he can go other than our ce?"


    Flynn bared his teeth in a grimace and stroked his head. “Will they be able to find out where Mr. Pierre


    is if we tell them that he''s been kidnapped?”


    “I have no idea, but we have to tell them about it. At the very least, Mr. Pierre''s mother cares about


    him,” replied Oswald. He had heard Pierre talking to his mother on the phone before.


    Other than telling Pierre how things were going on there, Oswald could see how much she cared for


    Pierre.


    Hence, Oswald reckoned that Madam Mallory would not give up on Pierre.


    She was not a heartless person.


    “Oh.” Flynn nodded. Now that he was here, he had no choice but to listen to Oswald.


    “I''ve been standing for a long time. I''m tired,”ined Flynn as he stared at the expensive sofa in


    the living room. It waspletely different from the one in their house.


    He had never sat on such an expensive sofa before, and he wanted to try how it felt like sitting on it.


    “Look at yourself. You''re aplete mess. Don''s sit on it. What are we going to do if we dirty the sofa


    and we''re asked topensate for it?” reminded Oswald. He dared not to sit on that sofa.


    After all, he could not afford to pay the price of a single piece of furniture in Pierre''s house.


    “It''s not that serious. We took Mr. Pierre in, and we''re telling them that he''s been kidnapped. They


    should thank us.” Flynn thought they were Pierre''s savior.


    No matter how low their status was, the Mallory family should not treat Pierre''s savior that way.


    “Hah, we''re like sinners to them now. We broke into Mr. Pierre''s office and failed to protect him. It''d be


    kind of them not to me us for what happened. What benefit are you trying to gain from them?”


    Oswald was not as positive as Flynn was.


    Flynn pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.


    Half a minuteter, Karen made her way down the stairs in a hurry.


    Her hair was messy, and she looked a little drowsy. It was obvious that she had been woken up.


    “You''re the one who took Pierre in?” Karen sized Oswald and Flynn up.


    When Mr. Be knocked on Karen''s bedroom door, he told her about the situation. After knowing that


    Pierre had been kidnapped, she could not be bothered to freshen herself up. She put on a coat and


    hurried downstairs.


    “Yes, Mrs. Mallory. Mr. Pierre has been staying at our ce after the incident.” Oswald''s heart skipped


    a beat when he met Karen''s sharp gaze.


    Women like Karen were well-known entrepreneurs in the business world, and they had a powerful,


    compelling aura around them. Oswald could not help but act humbly in front of her.


    “Mr. Be verified your identities, but I still have my doubts.” Even though Karen was worried about


    Pierre, she thought it would be better for her to be more careful and not be fooled by the two of them.


    Oswald was startled for a moment. He did not expect Karen to be so cautious. A string of numbers


    shed across Oswald''s mind, and he said, “Mrs. Mallory, Mr. Pierre called you on thendline before.


    The phone number is 223*****."


    Karen took her phone out and checked her recent call history.


    It was just like what Oswald said. She sat on the sofa with a stern expression on her face. "Take a


    seat."


    Oswald and Flynn patted the dust off their clothes and carefully sat on the sofa.


    "As you said, Pierre has been staying at your house. What happened?" Karen stared at the two of them


    with a serious expression on her face.


    Oswald told Karen what really happened.


    "Give me your home address." There was a hint of anxiety in Karen''s voice. She was worried about


    Pierre.


    Oswald dared not to slight her and immediately replied, "13, District 15."


    Karen shot a nce at Mr. Be, who stood beside her.


    Mr. Be said in a low voice, "Madam Mallory, I''ve noted it down."


    "Has anyonee to your house in the past few days?" asked Karen. She was worried that it was one


    of Pierre''s enemies who took him away.


    His enemies included Luke Crawford, and her eldest son, Percy.


    "Yes. A man named Leroy came and asked Mr. Pierre about something. He broke down my door and


    was hard on Mr. Pierre. He even threatened Mr. Pierre and said that he would call the police and ask


    them to arrest him if he refused to tell him the truth," replied Oswald. It had been quiet for the past few


    days other than the incident that happenedst night.


    "Do you know who Leroy works for?" Karen immediately asked.


    "Mr. Pierre said he''s one of Luke''s men. They didn''t take Mr. Pierre along with him after they asked him


    some questions..." Oswald recalled. He knew who Luke Crawford was. That was why he remembered


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