Chapter 72
The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call
Chapter 72 Aroused Mr. Yarwoodâs Interest
âHe is very cunning and constantly switches virtual IP addresses. The location is different
each time. The only location we can confirm is Southdale. It took our technical department
three days to crack it.â
Keith frowned. âAs for the other one, we canât find it no matter what.â
It was indeed rare to find someone who could make the Special Operations Team feel helpless.
The last time the same situation happened was three years ago.
Dalton withdrew his gaze and said, âWhy donât you change your ways? You can start by investigating
the Gibsonsâ enemies.
âThe Gibsonsâ enemies?â Keith immediately understood. âMr. Yarwood, do you mean that
this is a personal grudge?â
Dalton lowered his gaze. âSo far, no organization has claimed responsibility for this
incident. Since he appeared as an informer, he doesnât seem to be very righteous.â
âIndeed.â Keith pondered before instructing the same group of plainâclothed police.
officers. âCheck the social connections of the Gibsons, especially those whom they have
had grudges with.â
âYes, sirâ
Dalton whispered, âActually, you donât have to worry.â
âWhat?â Keith felt confused.
He put on the beaded bracelet, and his eyes were bright and clear. âThe matter isnât over
yet. With the style of that informer, I bet heâll appear again.â
Appear again?
Keith felt his heart skip a beat, feeling inexplicably uneasy.
After the Special Operations Team left, someone opened the glass roomâs door.
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Theo appeared at the door unpleasantly. âYou brat, I knew you were involved!â
âI really canât hide anything.â Dalton walked over to support him and smiled.
Theo glared at him. âDonât change the topic! Who am I holding this seminar for?â
âFor me,â Dalton replied, not forgetting to hint at the bodyguards.
The bodyguards got the order and immediately retreated.
Theo pouted. âStop pretending to be obedient. You know your body well. Donât support me
if you donât feel well.â
âIâve been recovering well these past two days.â Dalton felt cold and coughed lightly as he
spoke.
The itching in his throat reminded him of the cooling lozenges Dr. Genius had fed him that day. He
planned to take time to go to the clinic again.
He hadnât been there for three days and wondered if she remembered him.
Theo didnât know what his grandson was thinking and only felt regretful. âThe Zenith herb
is such a good thing, but you donât want it.â
âDidnât you also refuse it?â Dalton helped him sit down. âItâs just a Zenith herb.â
He sighed. âThe Gibsons are so ruthless.â
Dalton poured him a cup of tea. âYes.â
âThey deserve it. Donât help the Special Operations Team catch the informer.â
He stirred the tea, saying, âGrandpa, I have no such plan.â
Theo snorted. âYou havenât? Youâve installed so much surveillance in the inner hall. Do you
think Iâm blind?â
Dalton lowered his eyes. âIâm just interested in it.â
Theo didnât believe his cunning grandson. âI donât care what you think. The most important thing is your
health! How could you use the seminar to arrest the Gibsons? Youâve scared away all those renowned
doctors. No one will dare to treat you in the future!â
âAll of them are scared?â
A bright and attractive figure appeared in Daltonâs mind. He couldnât help but chuckle.â
That shouldnât be the case.â