Christine White didn’t hide it from him and told him about the meeting with Hugh Dong in the morning when she was stuck in traffic.
Of course, she hides some of it, keeping the fact that Hugh Dong got her divorced, and that Molly Bort has a sister out of the picture, and only talking about the birthmark.
Baird Lane listens and holds his forehead with one hand for a long time, seemingly still reeling from the shock of Hugh Dong having a birthmark.
Christine White could tell by looking at him like this that he was very unsettled at the moment.
In fact, she guessed right.
Baird Lane’s mind is indeed a mess.
After all, no one can accept that the brother they’ve been searching for could possibly be someone they hate and who is still trying to cut their own corners.
So at the moment, his mood was really subtle.
“Baird,” Christine White inquired, taking a step forward and following a desk, “do you think he could be your brother?”
Baird Lane closed his eyes, “Not sure, but you said he had a red birthmark, so the possibility isn’t out of the question.”
“That’s true.” Christine White nodded, followed by, “If he really is your brother, then he’s not the Dong family’s child, so wouldn’t the Dong family be the ones who took your brother?”
Baird Lane narrowed his eyes, “Dong home …”
“By the way Baird, do the Dongs have a grudge against The Lane Family?” Christine White inquired.
Baird Lane shook his head a little, “I don’t know.”
“Hey? You didn’t know?” Christine White exclaimed.
Baird Lane hmmm’d, “I haven’t heard of the Dong’s having a feud with The Lane Family, of course, there could be a feud, I’m just not aware of it.”
Christine White looked at him, “So are you going to investigate Chairman Dong and Hugh Dong?”
Baird Lane nodded, “Grandpa’s two greatest wishes in his life were to hold his great-grandson and to find Nigel, and whether Hugh Dong is Nigel or not, it’s worth investigating just because of his birthmark.”
“And what if the investigation comes back and he’s not?” Christine White was a little worried.
Baird Lane took a tired breath, “Then keep looking until you find Nigel.”
“I see.” Christine White nodded, understanding what he meant.
Baird Lane picked up his cool coffee and took a sip, “You go ahead and eat.”
“What about you?” Christine White asked.
Baird Lane puts down his coffee, “I’ve got a few things to do, I’ll be back in a bit, so get out.”
He waved the man away.
Christine White had tried to persuade him to eat first, no matter how busy he was.
But looking at the persistence in his eyes, the words she was full of suddenly went unspoken.
Eventually, she sighed and went out.
After she left, Baird Lane leaned back in his chair for a moment, then picked up his cell phone and called the old man over.
The old man was taking a nap when he was suddenly woken up by him, impatience in his voice, “You kid better have something important to ask, or see if I don’t clean you up.”
“Grandpa.” Baird Lane’s helpless forehead, “Grandpa, be serious, I have business.”
“Alright, what’s the business, go ahead.” The old man grunted with some displeasure.
Baird Lane’s expression gathers, “Grandpa, let me ask you, do we, The Lane Family, have a problem with the Dongs?”
“Dong family?” The old man raised an eyebrow, “Why are you asking about this all of a sudden?”
Baird Lane’s gaze flickered, “Something about cooperation, we rarely work with the Dong family, we always need to know the Dong family’s situation.”
He wasn’t prepared to tell the old man the truth at this time.
In case it turns out in the end, Hugh Dong is not Nigel.
It would be an empty gesture, and he no longer wanted to see the old man’s disappointed expression again and again.
“That’s true.” The old man gently nodded his head, then answered Baird Lane’s question just now, “We, The Lane Family, and the Dong family, don’t have any beefs, and had a pretty good relationship more than twenty years ago, mainly because your father and that Owen Dong kid were friends growing up together.”
“A friend?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes, “How is it that I’ve never heard you speak of this before?”
“What’s there to say, it’s been more than twenty years ago, ever since that Owen Dong kid suddenly left the country more than twenty years ago, we, The Lane Family, have basically severed ties with the Dong family.”
“Over twenty years ago …” Baird Lane murmured.
The timing, with Nigel being carried away, kinda fits.
Thinking, Baird Lane tentatively asked, “Grandpa, was Nigel born when Owen Dong left the country that year?”
“Not yet, at that time, Nigel was still in your mom’s belly.” The old man replied.
Baird Lane’s heart sank.
Owen Dong left the country when Nigel was still in his mother’s womb, so Nigel wasn’t really carried away by Owen Dong?
No, not necessarily.
Carrying away a child doesn’t have to be done personally, and it’s possible to have someone else do it.
“Grandpa.” Baird Lane pursed his lips, “I have another question, what was Owen Dong’s reason for leaving the country back then, do you know?”
“This I do not know.” The old man waved his hand, “Your father should know, back then when Owen Dong that boy left the country, he also depressed for a good period of time, and later never mention Owen Dong that boy, it is a pity that your father left early …”
“I know.” Baird Lane’s eyes darkened.
As soon as Owen Dong left, his father became depressed and never mentioned Owen Dong as a person from then on. From this, it is clear that something unpleasant must have happened between his father and Owen Dong.
After all, a pair of close friends, even if they are separated, they will still contact each other occasionally, and will not die of old age at all.
It is evident that what happened between the father and Owen Dong is not a trivial matter, and perhaps it is this incident that made Owen Dong hateful and carried Nigel away.
With that in mind, Baird Lane spoke to the old man about a couple other things before hanging up the phone and calling Gates in.
“President Lane,” Gates said as he stood at his desk.
Baird Lane pinched his brow, “You go to the airport and make arrangements for a private flight abroad tomorrow.”
“President Lane is going abroad?” Gates inquired.
Baird Lane hmmm’d, “I’m going to pay a visit to the chairman of Dong’s group.”
Whether or not this is the person who carried off Nigel, so far the odds are very much in favor of this person.
Not to mention the fact that there was a father involved, and he all but had to meet this man in person.
“Okay.” Gates obliged.
Afterward Baird Lane instructed, “Also, find a way to put a man at Dong’s.”
“President Lane?” said Gates, his glasses sliding halfway down in surprise, “at Dong’s anon?”
“That’s right, I want that person to be able to get close enough to Hugh Dong and get Hugh Dong’s hair.” Baird Lane said in a deep voice.
To prove whether Hugh Dong is Nigel or not, one of the most direct and easiest ways is to do an appraisal. Looks can change, but bloodlines can’t.
If the identification results come out that Hugh Dong is Nigel, he can confirm that Owen Dong is the one who carried Nigel away, and he can find a way to make Owen Dong pay.
If it turns out not to be, then naturally, it’s as if nothing happened.
“President Lane you want Dong total hair, do you suspect Dong total he is …” Gates quickly figured out the crux of it, and his face changed in shock.
Baird Lane pursed his thin lips, didn’t admit or deny, just waved his hand, “Get on with it.”
“Yes.” Gates nodded, then thought of something and added, “President Lane, to settle people in Dong’s, and to get close to Mr. Dong, this is not an easy task, and it may not be accomplished in a short period of time, and you won’t be able to get the hair.”
“I know, there’s no need to rush in terms of time, what’s important is that we don’t let Hugh Dong notice.” Baird Lane warned in a deep voice, “In addition, you have someone check again the purpose of Owen Dong’s return to China last time, and what about his relationship with Hugh Dong’s getting along?”
“Understood!” Gates answered with a serious look and turned to go out.
Baird Lane sat dryly in his chair for a moment, picked up the last bit of coffee and drank it, and after finishing another file in front of him, he, too, got up and left the office, heading for the break room.