Nolan squinted while staring at the documents on his desk. “Come to my place if you miss me. I’ll be
waiting for you at the villa.”
Ten minutes later, Maisie appeared outside the study door in a burgundy textile dress with a stand-up
collar, loose, long sleeves that ended with a tight wrap around her wrists, and an antique silver-copper
necklace set with blue diamonds inlaid on it.
She was also wearing a beret of the same color, and her long black curly hair was resting on her left
shoulder, making her look both elegant and enchanting.
Her temperament was cold and sophisticated, her complexion was as fair as snow, and her appearance
matched perfectly with such a retro dress, especially the color burgundy, which complemented her
beauty.
Nolan’s gaze was fixed on her, and he was reluctant to take his eyes off her. “You’re wearing such a
glamorous dress. Are you trying to seduce me?”
Maisie gave off a faint smirk, stopped in front of him, leaned over, and stared at him. “Well then, Mr.
Goldmann, are you open for seduction?” “I can’t wait.” Nolan pulled her into his arms and let her sit on
his thigh. “You’ve taken the initiative to come to me, so something huge should’ve taken place.” Seeing
that Nolan had seen through her, Maisie turned around to look at him. “I got news about my grandfather.”
Nolan narrowed his eyes.
Maise continued. “My grandfather asked someone to bring his ring to me, but that person doesn’t know
his whereabouts. He only knows that he’s still being held captive by someone else.”
Nolan closed his eyelids. “It seems that someone has transferred him elsewhere. My men had found
some clues a while back, but all leads have been lost now.”
“Your men had discovered some clues?” Maisie was surprised. Nolan pinched a clump of her hair on his
fingertips.” According to the last piece of information that I received, he was being held in a small town
known as Lowestoft.”
Maisie frowned slightly.
Nolan glanced at her. “However, they had already withdrawn from that place when we rushed there.”
“Nolan, do these people have anything to do with the leftists?” She had a bad premonition that some
incidents would definitely repeat themselves.
Nolan wrapped her in his arms. “They would have killed your grandfather already if that was their plan all
along. There’s no need for them to hide him. Not to mention that Roger doesn’t have the balls to act
rashly
anymore, judging from the current sh*thole that he’s found himself in.”
Maisie lowered her gaze.
‘Indeed, the fact that Robert is being investigated and the exposure of the disaster that took place in the
past, which was caused by the Kents’ vaccine development, were more than enough to give Roger a
hard time.
‘Even though he still has his major underlings, Shawn and Gregory, the Bureau of Investigation is
watching so closely that it’s inconvenient for Gregory to intervene. As such, Shawn can only find a way to
make up for their huge financial losses by himself.
‘With that being said, it’s impossible for them to still have the extra time and energy to deal with my
grandfather. What’s more, the man said that the men who took grandfather away weren’t from Stoslo nor
Morwich:
“Mr. Goldmann, I saw-” Quincy pushed in the door, and Maisie got up from Nolan’s arms abruptly.
The warm and soft figure only stayed in his arms for such a short time before Quincy interrupted them.
Nolan could only hold on to her tiny hand under the desk without changing his expression. “What did you
see?”
“I just saw Sue Reynolds getting into a car at the intersection. I took a good look at the man in the car. It
was Jones Smith.”
Nolan frowned. His face looked like a gloomy sky that had been covered by a layer of fog, his emotions
elusive as usual,
Maisie looked up suspiciously and asked him, “Sue Reynolds? Who’s this Sue Reynolds?”
Quincy was astounded for a split second. “It’s Strix’s apprentice, the woman from the other day.”
“Her name is Sue Reynolds?” Maisie was stunned, lost in her thoughts for a moment, and then asked
calmly,” Do you have any information on her?”
Nolan calmly handed the document to her. Maisie picked up the document and scanned it with a solemn
expression.
Sue Reynolds: Graduated from Turner Institute of Art, her father is a Caucasian, and her mother is of
oriental origin. All the information is correct, except for the photos.’
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