Chapter 978

Inside the cafe box, the dim light cast a soft haze around them.

Joyce gazed sideways at Karl for a moment.

He was not quite the same as before.

The rigorous and meticulous detective was now more decisive, harsh

and ruthless.

In the end, having honed his skills in the privilege agency, he was no

longer the same as he was before.

He was now ruthless enough, domineering enough, and professional

enough.

Joyce had always agreed with the saying that if one was not decisive

enough, he would eventually get messed up.

There were some things that must be done once and for all.

"You already have an idea?" Joyce asked, raising her eyebrows.

"We must be quick. I plan to deal with this Mr. Clark within three days.

"Karl took out a stack of photos from his bag and put them on the table.

“In fact, I have sent someone to follow him for a few days. These are

the places he frequents. He has two fixed residences, a super luxury

apartment in the city center and a villa on the outskirts of the city. There

is also the office of the charity commission and he had a consulting firm

in the downtown center. These are the places he frequents. *

Juanita took the photos and flipped through them casually.

"The villa on the outskirts of the city is where he would normally bring

his women. I know this place. A girl told me about it before. What a

scumbag! He even put his dirty hands on those orphanage girls who

received donations from the charity commission. He just knew that they

could never say no to him anyway, huh." Juanita snorted.

"My informants tell me something about Mr. Clark. He likes large notes

and gold bars.” Karl again took a few sips of his tea, "So I guess he

must have exchanged all his money for large notes, as well as gold

bars, and hid them all."

"Do you want to find the money?" Joyce asked with a slight flash of her

bright eyes.

“That's right." Karl cast an appreciative glance at Joyce, who was still

as intelligent as ever.

"What can we do to help?" Juanita came over and asked curiously.

It's a pleasure for her to fix those scumbags like Mr. Clark.

Karl beckoned.

The three then moved closer.

"Where do you think Mr. Clark would hide the money?" Karl asked.

"First of all, we can rule out the suburban villa. All kinds of people have

been there, and he usually takes those girls there and they drink. Of

course it's easier to make a mistake or two after you are so drunk, so

he can not hide the money there." Juanita immediately said.

"Second, we can rule out his consulting firm downtown." Joyce

analyzed, "It's not his main business, and he don't go to this office

every day. A wealth-obsessed man like him must want to see his wealth

every day and be able to take it out whenever he wants to feel at

peace."

“Then the only possibilities were his downtown apartment, and the

office of the charity commission. Could it be that he keeps the money in

his downtown apartment? Sleeping with his money under his pillow

every day? Is it possible?" Juanita's big eyes fluttered and a crystal

light crossed her eyes.

“In that case, probably everyone could have thought of that." Karl hit

the nail on the head.

"As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place. I

think the most likely place is the office of the charity commission.

"Joyce said.

"The place where he spends the most time, where he would go every

day, and that others might easily ignore." Joyce tapped her knuckles on

the desk as she pointed to the photo of a huge painting hanging inside

Mr. Clark's office.

On top of the oil painting was a portrait of the much beloved Saint Mary.