After hanging up the phone, Zack entered Griffon’ car under disguise.
“Mr. Griffon, I’ve almost finished investigating the cause of Simon Knight’ death,” said Zack.
Griffon put down his phone, feeling tired. He lifted his chin slightly, indicating for Zack to continue.
“Simon Knight did die of a sudden brain disease caused by overwork. I’ve carefully followed up with all the doctors, nurses, and everyone who had contact with him, as well as the medication he used. Their accounts are consistent with no discrepancies,” said Zack.
Griffon frowned slightly, looking pale and cold. “So you’re saying that Tara is lying?”
Zack quickly judged, “Ms. Thorin is probably just trying to protect herself by using Simon Knight’ cause of death.”
Griffon recalled the past and felt a headache coming on. He didn’t have the energy to delve into it any further, so he simply waved his hand at Zack.
As Zack was getting out of the car, he remembered something and turned back to ask, “Mr. Griffon, did we not perform an autopsy on Simon Knight?”
Griffon rubbed his temples and nodded slightly. In order to maintain Simon’s appearance, neither the Knight pack nor the Leinster pack bear to allow them to perform an autopsy.
Zack tightened his grip on the car door handle. Without an autopsy, the doctors could only diagnose the cause of death. based on his previous symptoms.
There was too much room for manipulation in this process. Perhaps there was some unknown hidden truth behind Simon’s death.
Zack looked at Griffon, who looked exhausted, and decided not to tell him about this unfounded possibility.
Instead of letting Griffon worry along with him, Zack decided to investigate thoroughly first, then come to him with solid evidence.
After Zack got out of the car, Andre, who was waiting on the side, quickly got in and asked, “Is the report out?” Annoyed with dealing with Zack, Griffon impatiently threw the report to Andre. “Read it yourself.” After scrutinizing the report several times, Andre’s nervous expression relaxed and uttered, “It’s good that there’s nothing wrong.”
Griffon glanced at him indifferently. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw Andre, who rarely smiled, grinning from ear to ear. “Is Johnny’s matter taken care of?” he asked.
“It’s taken care of,” Andre replied with a smile. “Mr. Brook should be fishing for someone in the ocean now!”
In Washington, Johnny stood by the floor-to-ceiling window. His expression was restless as he listened to his a*sistant’s report. “Mr. Brook, we found Griffon’ woman, Taya. She’s just an orphan with no connections,” the a*sistant reported. “An orphan?”
Johnny’s eyebrows furrowed, and his gloomy eyes impatiently swept over the a*sistant. “Have you checked her relationship with Rosalie?”
Without delay, the a*sistant hurriedly replied, “Yes, we checked. They have no interaction or any relationship with each other.” Johnny became more irritated and smashed the gla*s in his hand. Then why do they look so alike?”
The shattered gla*s hit the a*sistant’s shoes, but he didn’t dare to move. “Is it possible that Aunt Abigail gave birth to the pup with
Mr. Ronald?”
Johnny couldn’t stand the idea of Mr. Ronald and his mistress having a pup together.
The thought of this complex problem made Johnny anxious and unable to focus. His disorder prevented him from thinking straight.
When he tried to, his head would start to ache. His longtime special a*sistant noticed his boss was about to have another episode, so he quickly tried to explain the doubts in his mind. “Mr. Brook, she cannot be the pup of Mr. Ronald and Aunt Abigail.
If that were the case, she wouldn’t be an orphan, but a rich young lady. Moreover, she wouldn’t have to rely on becoming Griffon’ mistress for money or use him to climb the social ladder…”
The words of the special a*sistant gradually calmed Johnny’s restless mind.
“Griffon only deserves a woman like her,” he sneered. Turning around, he lazily sat on the sofa, a smug smile spreading across his face.
Seeing that Mr. Brook was smiling, the special a*sistant continued to flatter him, “In this regard, you are much better than Griffon.”
Naturally, that was the case. He could never be interested in a woman who sold her body! Griffon, with his cold and aloof demeanor, probably couldn’t find any woman willing to be with him. Hence why he had to resort to a woman as such.
Johnny’s mood improved quite a bit. He raised his finger and gestured toward his a*sistant. “Where in Washington is Rosalie?”
The a*sistant, who had been standing still and not daring to move, quickly turned around and faced him when he heard his question.
“Ms. Carmine has already left Washington on a private jet to the Pacific,” the a*sistant reported. became agitated again.
“What is she doing in the Pacific?!” he demanded.
Was she so bored that she had nothing better to do? The a*sistant hesitated before relaying the information he had
found out. “They say… Ms. Carmine likes fishing…”
When Johnny heard the word “fishing”, he was so furious that his whole body trembled. “What woman likes fishing?”
His a*sistant shook his head innocently and replied, “Mr. Brook, the information we found is indeed that way. If you don’t believe it, I can take you to the NASA to confirm it.”
Johnny’s hands clenched into the leather sofa, trying to control his irritable emotions, and asked coldly, “Where in the Pacific?”
The a*sistant swallowed and spoke tremblingly, “I… I don’t know, we can’t find her exact location.”
The man on the sofa suddenly grabbed the leather sofa and ripped the sponge inside. Useless! All of you are useless!”
He stood up and was about to kick his a*sistant, but was stopped by his special a*sistant. “Mr. Brook, calm down. It’s better to know that Ms. Carmine is in the Pacific than to have no information for months like before.”
Johnny clenched his trembling fingers and gritted his teeth. “Prepare a private jet and go to the Pacific!”
The special a*sistant hesitated to advise Johnny to send someone to investigate the specific location before going, but was afraid he would get angry. Also, he felt that this modus operandi was very familiar, especially similar to how Griffon used to trick Johnny around the world.
During this time, after Neil convinced Taya to help him secure a project, he went on to survey construction sites all over the place.
He ran around non-stop, planning to visit over fifty project locations at once to connect with the other parties.
As a result, Taya could stay at home and work on design. drawings, which would then be completed by the company’s
staff.
After learning that Griffon only had a migraine, she was busy attending French cla*ses during the day and designing at night.
Meanwhile, Griffon, apart from going on a business trip to Washington, would have Andre send flowers and was always
there whenever she opened the door.
Every time Taya received the roses that Griffon sent her, she would unpack the packaging, put them in a vase. She would
occasionally take a break from drawing to gaze at them.
The soft pink and elegant petals were like him, bringing endless warmth, bit by bit, into her heart…
While she was staring at the flowers and being distracted, she heard Harper’s voice from outside the door. “Taya, there’s a Dr. Sinclair here to see you.”
Dr. Sinclair? Eric Sinclair? Taya put down the tools in her hand and got up to leave the study.
From afar, she saw Eric, dressed in a smart suit, standing in front of the car.