Standing up from the sofa, Martina changed the topic and continued, "You've asked all your questions, so it's time for you to leave with me! Old Victor is still waiting for you in the Oyaro Flour Factory! "
"Alright! I'll pack up and leave with you right away! "
Tusam responded, and simply tidied up the house. Then, he followed Martina and left the house.
Half an hour later, Martina and Tusam arrived at the second floor of the small building where Old Victor of Oyarr Noodle Factory was.
"Butler Victor, I've brought him here. You can ask him yourself if you have any questions!" Martina said coldly to Old Victor, who was sitting on the sofa with his body hunched. Then, she turned around and left without giving him any face.
Looking at Martina's back view, Old Victor's turbid eyes didn't waver at all. After Martina walked out of the second floor, Old Victor shifted his gaze back to Tusam and asked slowly, "Mr. Tusam, how's the matter that I asked you to handle?"
"Butler Victor, you're so resourceful in Loen. I'm afraid you've already known about this matter of mine, right? If that's the case, why bother asking? "Tusam sneered and said," I've already told you about it.
"I'm aware of the matter, but I would like to hear it from you, Mister Tussam!" Old Victor looked at Tussam in front of him, his expression as calm as ever as he spoke.
Under Old Victor's gaze, Tusam's heart couldn't help but freeze even though he had already rehearsed the current situation in his heart. He forced himself to be calm and shrugged his shoulders. Then, he said, "I've underestimated Connor Ferguson's strength. He killed four of my six subordinates. I don't know where he's gone now. I'm currently looking for him. When I find him, I'll definitely bring his head back to you, Butler Victor!"
After Tusam finished speaking, Old Victor stared at Tusam and said, "Other than that, Mr. Tusam, do you have anything else to say to me?"
Under Old Victor's intimidating gaze, Tusam instantly felt as though he was being stared at by a prehistoric monster! He immediately fell into silence. But after a minute, perhaps because he couldn't resist the intimidating pressure from Old Victor, he lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, I've let you down!"
After Tusam showed his weakness, Old Victor shifted his gaze away from Tusam. Sensing this, Tusam instantly relaxed.
"In the next week, I'll get Martina to assist you in the dark. If you haven't brought Connor Ferguson's head to me after a week, I'll personally explain it to Master Southgate!" Old Victor's deep and unquestionable voice sounded in the room.
Hearing Old Victor's words, even Tusam, who was a "senior actor", couldn't help but change his expression instantly. Although Old Victor didn't explicitly say what he would explain to Southgate, Tusam knew very well what Old Victor meant. That was, if Connor Ferguson wasn't dead after a week, then the one who would be dead would be Tusam!
An undetectable resentment flashed through his black pupils. Tusam gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Butler Victor, please rest assured. After a week, if it's not Connor Ferguson who's dead, then it's me, Tusam who's dead!"
"Very well! Don't disappoint me, you may leave! " Old Victor closed his eyes in response to Tusam's declaration. He waved his hand as though he was shooing away a fly, indicating that Tusam could leave.
Seeing Old Victor's attitude towards him, Tusam's expression was very ugly. However, now that he was facing Connor, who had suffered a great loss, he naturally didn't have the courage to be as presumptuous as before. He could only walk out of the room silently without saying a word.
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Noon, Mirin Hotel, Loen West.
"Hello, sir. I'm sorry, our hotel is full today. If you don't have a reservation, please come back tomorrow!" Looking at the young blonde handsome man who walked into the hotel, the hotel lobby manager's eyes lit up at the same time. She also went up to him and said apologetically, "My friend is here.
She's waiting for me in Room 10. Her name is Joanna! "The blonde handsome man said faintly.
"Then please wait for a moment. We need to check the reservation records!" She couldn't help but take another look at the little fresh meat in front of her. Only then did the middle-aged manager, who was like a wolf and a tiger, reluctantly check the records at the front desk. A minute later, after confirming that what the little fresh meat said was true, the middle-aged woman took the initiative to say, "Room 10 is indeed reserved by a lady named Joanna. Do you need me to bring you there?"
"No need! It's not my first time here! " The expressionless handsome man waved his hand and walked up the stairs by himself. Only the middle-aged lobby manager was left behind, reluctant to leave.
After the young blonde handsome man came to the second floor of the hotel, he took a few turns in the corridor and stopped in front of the door of a private room. However, before he knocked on the door, the door of the private room opened automatically. Then, Marguerite's teasing voice came through through telepathy.
"Connor, you actually made such a disguise. I'm really surprised. What do you think of the middle-aged auntie's love at first sight? Does it feel good?"
Hearing Marguerite's voice, the young blonde handsome man walked into the private room. After closing the door, his handsome face became blurry at once. A few seconds later, when it became clear again, it turned into Connor's face. However, at this time, Connor's face looked as gloomy as the bottom of a pot. It seemed that he was very depressed about what had happened in the hotel lobby just now.
"Someone might be watching me recently, so in order to not attract attention, I plan to change my style of disguise …" After hesitating for a while, Connor tried to explain what had just happened to Marguerite who was in front of him.
"I'm serious! Connor, your disguise just now was pretty good. Your previous appearance was either that of a hooligan or a middle-aged uncle, which doesn't match your temperament at all! "Margaret winked at Connor and said," Don't worry, Connor, I don't think so.
Connor shook his head with a wry smile. He didn't expect that such a thing would happen to his impulsive experiment. That day, after he took out all the letters from all the mailboxes in his apartment, he soon found the secret letter from Marguerite and analyzed the time and place recorded in the letter.
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