Chapter 871

He fell silent, and so did Vickie.

After a while, he coldly scoffed, “The story of the farmer and the snake rings true.”

Gregory softly sighed. “Perhaps.”

Vickie continued with a question, “Who are these people?”

Gregory frowned. “I’ve interrogated him, but he doesn’t know.”

A furrow formed between Vickie’s eyes.

Gregory explained, “These people contacted him through e-mail. I have gotten someone to run some checks on the IP address, but nothing came up.

It must have been manipulated. He doesn’t know who these people are and only recognized the sum of cash he’s been given and the promise of a higher position.

“I guess people really want to climb their way up. It’s not strange that he would agree to it. What is a measly bodyguard here compared to being a boss lording over a territory?”

Vickie coldly smirked. “Lord over a territory? Him? It’d be weird for someone, who has questionable character and isn’t right in the head, to succeed after turning around and going against his benefactor because of an e-mail.”

Gregory had no comment.

The air between them suddenly remained still once again.

It took a while before Vickie broke the silence. “So, another dead end?”

Gregory nodded. “I guess so. Harold has a way of interrogating, but even he can’t get anything from Terrence. It’s obvious that there’s nothing much to it.”

Vickie was in a bit of a foul mood. A sense of utter powerlessness and misery crept into her mind.

How many times had this been happening?

These people had closed in and came in between them, harming her and Gregory multiple times, yet she was not even scratching the surface to get to them, let alone had an inkling of who they were.

She was overcome with a sudden irritability.

Gregory was not in the best of moods, but compared to her, he did not let the matter get to him.

With the matter having gone on for so many years, he had already sensed something amiss four years ago. The patience he had was honed during the four-year period, hence, he had no concern that the involved party could not be identified.

It was all a matter of time.

However, Gregory was not going to let Vickie know about this.

He had no way of telling her that he found out the existence of a mastermind four years ago.

Vickie did not pose the question either. After seeing him off to his room, she informed him to rest early, and then she took her leave.

The next day, Vickie was on the way to find Gregory when she caught a glimpse of Andrea in a near distance by chance. The latter was talking about something with someone dressed as a security guard.

By right, as her personal maid in the house, Andrea should have nothing to do with the perimeter security guards.

Why were they standing together?

Out of curiosity, Vickie approached them.

Noticing Vickie out of the corner of his eye, the security guard fell hush. He took one step back and addressed her in humble reverence, “Miss Thomas.”

Vickie threw him a glance.

Upon drawing near, she realized that although he was a bodyguard of the chateau, he resembled nothing like a fighter. He looked refined and gentle, clean like a scholar.

She asked Andrea with a smile. “Who is this?”

With a rosy blush creeping up her cheeks, Andrea answered embarrassedly, “Sister Vickie, he’s Jonathan Starks, a bodyguard in the chateau. He’s been transferred to the main building because of the young master’s recent injury.”

Vickie nodded and expressed her acknowledgment.

Sweeping a glance at the two uneasy faces, she was hit with a realization. With a relishing hint alighting in her eyes, Vickie chuckled. “It might be tough with the security becoming stricter for the time being. We’ll leave it in your hands.”

Flattered, Jonathan proceeded with a bow. “It’s no trouble at all. It’s our duty.”

Vickie grinned without further comment and left along with Andrea, but she noticed the girl specifically turning back and stealing a glance at Jonathan while they were taking off.

Tsk, a girl in love...

Vickie may often seem cold-hearted and unconcerned about anything and everything, but in fact, she was just like any ordinary person.

Like a normal human being, she was nosy and curious. Similarly, Vickie had kind blessings for beautiful romances.

Andrea was the only new friend she had warmed up to during this period. Vickie would be delighted to see her find true love, especially if the person happened to be a reliable man.

With that in mind, she thought to herself that she must ask Ms. Osborne to check on Jonathan’s history and background when there was a chance.

Sure, the people who were transferred by Gregory to the main building were not those of clean hands. Nevertheless, it was still better to check.

Her lips curled upward with a smile.

Soon, they arrived before Gregory’s room.

Instead of entering the room, Andrea remained outside together with a few maids where she could chat with them or help out with work. She was at Vickie’s disposal anytime she needed her.

Gregory was sitting against the headboard, reading a book in his bedroom. He did not have a shirt on. With his upper body in bandages, he leaned there like a perfect patient on track in recovery.

His obedience was a rare sight to Vickie. She walked over with a smile. “How do you feel today?”

Lifting his chin to look at her, Gregory answered, “I’ll live.”

“Tsk, those people must find it regretful if they knew.”

Gregory paused at her poking fun. His keen senses picked up on her better mood today compared to yesterday. He put the book in his hand down and patted the edge of his bed. “Come over here.”

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Chapter 487 The End Pt. 5 Vickie raised a brow. “Why?”

“I told you to come here.”

She was unhappy with the man’s tone, but after much thought, Vickie figured that she should not make a fuss with a patient.

She softly scoffed and went over without another word.

With smiling eyes, Gregory said, “I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to listen to first?”

Dumbstruck, she turned and looked at him. Her eyes spoke of doubt. A brief moment later, she chose the bad news without hesitation.

He solemnly replied, “The spy we caught has died late last night.”

Taken aback, her eyes widened in surprise. “Died? How did he die?”

“He spat out the cloth stuffed in his mouth in the wee hours and committed suicide by biting off his own tongue.”

Vickie was in utter shock!

It never occurred to her that it would end up this way.

Following multiple discoloration to her face, she muttered, “What’s the good news?”

Gregory’s facial muscles relaxed as he uttered in delight, “We discovered something on him.”