Chapter 2700

After hearing that, Reese refused bluntly and said, "Governor Wakefield, I'm sorry, but I can't do that. I'm just a passerby and will be leaving tonight. I'm sorry about your son-in-law's death, but I'm afraid we're not allowed to do as you requested..." Wrendell echoed the same sentiment and said, "Yes, Governor Wakefield. This goes against the rules we abide by. Please forgive us."

In fact, according to principle, if they encountered an incident that involved murder, they would help if they could. However, they also noticed something was amiss about Orson.

This included the secretary's awkward behavior that did not sit right with Reese and Wrendell. Priests could see through nonsense like that. The two of them had not gotten the entire picture of the situation yet, so they dared not accept Orson's commission.

A sliver of viciousness flashed across Orson's face at this moment. He said, "Gentlemen, please reconsider again."

Reese and Wrendell were immediately on guard as soon as that was said. They sensed a surge of true energy constantly emanating from Orson's body.

Orson seemed like a cultivator as well. Was he going to attack?

At this moment, there was a knock on the office door. Everyone's attention was diverted.

Orson ordered the person who knocked on the door to come in.

A high-spirited young man walked through. He was dressed in a handsome suit and holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Long time no see, Dad," said the handsome young man. He was Oleander Wakefield.

A smile instantly appeared on Orson's face at the sight of his youngest son's return. He beamed. "Oh, isn't this my son, my pride and joy? Come in, come in."

Oleander walked into the office, and he lowered his voice when he noticed Reese and Wrendell. He asked, "Dad, who are these gentlemen?"

"Oh, let me introduce you!"

However, Reese waved his hand to stop Orson, who was about to approach them, and said, "Governor Wakefield, what a rare occasion for you and your son to reunite. We shall not disturb you anymore."

Afterward, the two quickly left the office.

As soon as the two left, Oleander's true colors were revealed. He looked at the backs of Reese and Wrendell with great disdain and then closed the office door.

"Dad, did these two guys kill Mr. Mauris from Capiton?"

Orson shook his head and said, "These two are ascetics who happened to end up here."

"Ascetics?" Oleander smirked disdainfully. "What age is it now? Why are there still people like them? They must be sick in the head."

Orson did not say anything about his son's comments. He sat back in the chair, yawned lazily, and said, "Initially, I wanted to use those two as weapons to get rid of Tybalt, but now, it seems that they aren't stupid."

"Dad, what do you mean?"

Orson looked at the window on the side. The view was overlooking the entire city. He said, "Olee, take care of the weeds in our yard. Otherwise, the guests will pick on you."

Oleander understood the implied meaning in his father's words. He said, "I understand, Dad. I'll take care of it right away."

"Wait a minute," Orson called him again. "Is there any progress in Capiton?"

The corners of Oleander's mouth turned up, and he said with extreme pride, "You can rest assured with me in charge of things. Those people seemed to have expected Mr. Mauris' death, so I made a deal with them in advance."

Orson nodded with satisfaction and said, "That's good. Mr. Mauris was just a tool anyway, but now that he died in this manner, it'd be beneficial to us. Just do things according to your plan."

"Understood, Dad."