Upstairs, Matthew stood by the bedroom's French windows, gloom all around him.
"Still haven't found out anything?" he inquired with a steely tone.
Nathan's face resumed its respectful composure as he bowed slightly. "Boss, there's almost no trace over there, but I have a suspect in mind."
Matthew claimed to the outside world that he was recuperating, and naturally, one of his replacements was living in a hospital abroad.
Recently, a group of people had infiltrated the hospital, and the double was shot, surviving by a hair's breadth.
Matthew rushed there due to this incident, but the culprits left no trace.
It seemed like those uncles couldn't sit still anymore.
His eyes showed a hint of hostility, and he coldly hooked his lips.
"If it's them, don't bother for now.
