“Actually, I have no idea where he is right now,” Brayden Styles confessed awkwardly. In fact, he didn’t even know what Robin’s real name was. How was he supposed to know that his friend, Tim Chase, would react even more strongly than he did? In just a few minutes, Tim had rallied a crowd of people who now surrounded him.
“Hmm?” a burly, tattooed man among them grunted. What did he mean, they were there to play?
“Don’t panic; take it slow.” Luckily, Tim Chase was there to calm the crowd. His reputation still held some sway. Brayden Styles then thought of a clue, “Right, although I don’t know where that guy is, I do know that he left with Cain Johnson. The two must be off having a good time. If we find Cain Johnson, we’ll definitely find him.”
“Alright, let’s head to Cain Johnson’s company,” Tim Chase decided immediately. They didn’t know where Cain Johnson was either, so they thought to look for him at his company. However, when they arrived at the ‘MTY Entertainment Co., Ltd.’, they found the place deserted. The company sign was still there, but there was no one inside.
“What’s going on?” Tim Chase and the others were utterly confused. They didn’t know that Cain Johnson’s company was made up of people from the Temples, all professional killers. They used this identity to move around the world and to keep an eye on Cain Johnson. As an international star, she could access things others couldn’t.
However, after Robin’s order the previous day, almost everyone in the company had been killed. After all, St. Sunday was right under Robin’s watch, and he wouldn’t tolerate their insolence.
“Boss, all the documents and stuff are still here, but there’s no one,” a subordinate reported after a quick investigation.
Where were the people? Everyone was puzzled.
Just then, a cleaning lady walked over to clean. Immediately, they surrounded her. Tim Chase asked, “Hey, old woman, where are all the people? Why is there no one here?”
“Who are you calling an old woman?” The cleaning lady originally wanted to see what they were up to, but after hearing this, she lost interest. She was only fifty-four – nowhere near old, and these people were incredibly rude.
“You!” One of the men wanted to scold the cleaning lady.
But the cleaning lady continued sweeping and said, “Think carefully. I live next to the City Hall, and my son works there. Try laying a finger on me.”
At that, everyone fell silent. The City Hall was appointed by the War God, who now ruled over all of St. Sunday. Nobody in the city was more powerful.
Moreover, Evelyn Hall, perhaps in an attempt to demonstrate her efforts to the War God, had been performing exceptionally well in St. Sunday. She was intolerant of any missteps and decisive in her actions. The last time a force caused trouble in the city, within a day, it was wiped out by Evelyn Hall. Not a single one was left.
After that incident, nobody dared to offend the City Hall, and no one caused trouble. Everyone was stunned.
In the end, for Brayden Styles’ sake and with revenge in mind, Tim Chase stepped forward and forced a smile, “I’m sorry, ma’am, we were rude just now. Please don’t take it personally.”
“Call me Miss,” the cleaning lady didn’t forgive them so easily. They had called her an old woman right off the bat.
“Miss…?” Tim Chase and the others were stunned. They all looked at the cleaning lady, a woman who appeared to be in her forties or fifties, insisting they call her “Miss”. Where did she get the audacity?
But they still needed to ask about the situation and couldn’t force her. In the end, they swallowed their pride and asked with forced smiles, “Miss, could you tell us where everyone from this building has gone?”
To help Brayden Styles take revenge. To help him change his own fate. To prevent him from ending up like himself, unable to do anything when his woman was taken away. He chose to humble himself. All for the sake of finding Cain Johnson.
“I don’t know.”
Unexpectedly, the cleaning lady simply responded, “I don’t know,” before continuing her sweeping. “I need to clean. Don’t block me. Move aside.”
The crowd was dumbfounded.
What did she mean by ‘I don’t know’? And why did she say so much if she didn’t know?
They were angry, really angry.
However, when the cleaning lady started sweeping towards them, they quickly moved out of her way.
After all, they couldn’t afford to offend her. She lived next to the City Hall, and her son worked there.
So, even the fierce-looking men covered in tattoos carefully made way for the cleaning lady, creating a strange sense of incongruity.
Eventually, the cleaning lady moved on, leaving a group of people with ashen faces.
After all that, they still couldn’t find Cain Johnson.
At that moment, a subordinate came back and said to Tim Chase, “Mr. Chase, we’ve been to Cain Johnson’s house. It’s empty, no one’s there.”
Everyone was confused.
If he wasn’t at home or at his company, where could he be?
“Could he be at a hotel? Didn’t someone say he left with a man?” someone quietly suggested.
Brayden Styles’ face turned dark.
“What? How could this happen? How could she be in a hotel room with that man? They shouldn’t be together. This is betrayal, betrayal.”
However, Brayden Styles wasn’t the one with the biggest reaction. Tim Chase was the one who reacted most strongly, his eyes turning red as he roared in anger.
Everyone jumped in surprise. Brayden Styles’ face turned even darker.
She’s my woman, not your woman. Why is his reaction even bigger than mine?
They didn’t understand that, even though she wasn’t Tim Chase’s woman, he had been suppressed by this emotion for too long. His woman had fallen for another man, and he couldn’t even confront that man.
It was frustrating. So frustrating.
Therefore, no matter what, he had to help Brayden Styles win back Cain Johnson and make the man who stole Cain Johnson pay.
He needed to vent his anger. Vent it fiercely. There shouldn’t be men who steal other people’s women.
“Er, Mr. Chase, calm down, calm down. I’ll call Cain Johnson right now and try to arrange a meeting. No matter what she’s doing, she must know who that man is.”
Brayden Styles quickly stepped forward to soothe Tim Chase.
It was as if Tim Chase was the victim.