Jeremy was standing on the balcony of the third floor, looking as cozy as ever. As he leaned against the railing and saw Credence driving his Maybach away, he raised his eyebrows and smiled in a sinister way.
They were both smart people. He naturally understood what Credence’s sneer meant.
He was right; he did have another set of surveillance system. It was in his own exclusive lounge. Apart from him, Wilson was the only one who could freely enter that room.
The words that Credence told him just now were just a guide for him. As for whether he would take the bait depended entirely on himself.
However, the woman that Rosalie had kidnapped was Germaine!
She was the only woman who gave him warmth and hope in his endless hell of a life.
Now, this matter was related to her safety. How could he not take the bait?
Jeremy squinted his eyes dangerously and walked into the lounge. He turned on the computer that was connected to his surveillance without ever looking up.
The videos on his computer were loading, and soon, it successfully played. The screen started to show explicit scenes happening in various private rooms.
With just a glance, Jeremy skipped over it without any interest. He found the approximate time and started to replay the video. His dangerous and sharp gaze carefully and swiftly swept across the videos.
In the end, his eyelids twitched as his gaze landed on private room number 306.
Wilson brought the financial report and a cup of coffee in. He stared at the sinister man who was watching his computer, and he licked his lips. “Boss, our manor’s profits rose by 30% last month. I really didn’t expect this. The underaged women that we took in from Eastland are not actually women, at least not a majority of them. They are in fact, real men.”
Who would have thought that these rich, powerful and filthy old men were all tired of playing with women and have changed their taste to these ladyboys.
How about we recruit some junior high school girls this month? Wait, no, junior high school boys who look like girls?
Wilson did not turn around. He placed the coffee on the desk, looked down, and stared at the report. He calculated happily, and the calculator in his hands made loud noises.
He was single, and he had no women to behold. His remaining goal in life was to make profits and compete in the ranks of the richest people in Horsburg.
Last year, his boss rose to the eleventh spot. This year, if they worked harder, they would be able to enter the tenth spot.
They had earned a lot of money, yet their ways could not be revealed. They could not flaunt their wealth in public.
His boss was just a single and lonely man walking a dangerous path. He kept his profile insanely low.
Jeremy knew just how loyal and superb his assistant was, and he also knew how much he would let his imaginations run wild. Therefore, he did not take his nagging to heart. He only stared at the screen, where a mixed-race little girl who was screaming for her mom was on Rosalie’s feet. She seemed to be around five to six years old. She had blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. All of a sudden, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.
There was no doubt that this was Dorothy’s daughter, the one she brought back from Monticello.
Jeremy could not help but clench his mouse. His face was tensed as he asked Wilson, who was behind him, “Who do you think this girl looks like?”
Hearing this, Wilson understood that his boss was not listening to him at all. He turned around helplessly and glanced at Belle on the screen. He stared at her for a while and suddenly said, “Boss, I think she looks a little bit like you! Is she your illegitimate daughter?
Haha, this little princess looks so cute! Boss, you don’t have any girl’s clothes in your house. I should hurry up and buy a few sets online…”
Before he finished talking, Wilson suddenly glanced at the screen and saw Germaine rushing in. Her clothes were in a mess, and more than half of her fair breasts were exposed. What a scene that was.
He hurriedly turned around, and his voice and tone seemed to have changed, “Boss, did you do something bad to Miss Germaine?”
“F*ck off!”
The next second, a loud bang could be heard!
The hard and expensive mahogany desk was smashed by the fierce hatred he released from his fist, and the smooth surface cracked.
Jeremy’s cold gaze looked like shattered ice. He stared at Germaine on the screen without blinking.
Her upper body was almost completely exposed, and the most important parts of her body were only vaguely covered. She pounced on Belle and held the little girl tightly in her arms. She raised her angry little face and continued to scold Rosalie.
Her face, the one that Jeremy always thought to be bright and warm, was now filled with anger at this moment. However, there was no fear in her eyes at all.
Ever since they were kids, she had always been like this. She did not like these sinister and secretive things. She did not like the powerful bullying the powerless. She did not even care whether she was capable, or if she could be in danger.
She was like a brilliant sunflower, filled with awe-inspiring righteousness and fearlessness.
As long as she thought of someone as one of her own, she would be willing to risk her life to protect them.
He remembered once upon a time when he was whipped fiercely by the woman he loved and hated in the cold basement until he was scarred and almost dead.
She later entered with food and medicine. She clumsily fed him and helped him bandage the wounds all over him.
From that moment on, this beautiful sunflower of a girl was engraved in his heart. She was the most beautiful flower in the world. There was no one else quite like her!
Jeremy lit a cigarette, he bit it and took a few deep puffs. He continued to watch expressionlessly.
He saw Rosalie make a phone call, and then three or four wretched and fat old men in boxers came in. They stared at Germaine and the shivering Belle in her arms like evil dogs staring at the fragrant meat. Then, they suddenly pounced on her…
Germaine protected Belle, and struggled with all her might.
Rosalie looked at this hell of a scene with a smug smile on her face. Suddenly, she picked up a phone, and then a few strong bodyguards who did not seem like Talco City locals rushed in. They kicked a few of those several anxious old men out of the room, carried Germaine and Belle, and quickly left the private room. They went to the private room at the end and left from the secret door to the first floor along the pipe and quickly left through the back door.
The whole process took less than 20 minutes.
“F*ck!”
Jeremy suddenly took out the cigarette butt from his thin lips, put out the red sparks little by little, crushed the cigarette butt, and sprinkled it on the desk. His eyes were colder than ice. “Wilson, we have a mole in the lodge. You must find someone reliable to fish out the mole immediately. I must go to Jenciga now. Rosalie has likely taken Germaine to the place, where it is more terrible than hell.”
When it came to business, Wilson put away his stupid thoughts and nodded solemnly. “Boss, I will help you find that traitor and meet up with you later.”
After a pause, he continued to ask, “Jenciga is so big, do you know where to find Miss Germaine?”
Jeremy kicked off the chair and quickly walked out of the room with his long legs. He smiled mysteriously and said, “There are only a few old men who are still fighting there all year long. Who else could it be apart from them?”
“Moreover, they even pushed Rosalie out to confuse us. It means that they know I had made a deal with Rosalie before and that I have abandoned her.”
“With these clues, I might know who it is.”
Marvin had killed a few of those drug lords time and time again, but he had always been the one getting all the benefits. Those undying old men were trying to implicate him and get him to play along, weren’t they?
Then so be it.
A devil like him who had lived in the depths of hell for many years would not be scared of death. The thing he was most afraid of was falling for a woman and her tenderness!
“Boss, you are really awesome!”
Wilson gave Jeremy a thumbs up and showed a look of admiration. His boss had always had a smart mind and he would do exactly as he instructed, without hesitation.