Chapter 571


    Chapter 571 Inteced


    Seeing that Leslie was spacing out while looking at her coffee cup, Jasper lit another cigarette. “Leslie,


    did you even listen to what I just said?”


    “Huh?” After getting her thoughts interrupted, Leslie finally snapped back to her senses. “I’m sorry, Mr.


    Hoffman. There was something on my mind earlier. What did you say?”


    Jasper flicked his cigarette over the ashtray. “It’s nothing. I was just saying how it must be tiring for you


    to be running about to solve the missing person case.”


    “Don’t mention it. It’s my duty as a police officer,” Leslie answered with a smile.


    “No. Your job is to analyze and deduce. Now that the mastermind is known to be Ryan, it’s time to carry


    out the search operation. What I’m trying to say is that your job is done, so I would like to give you a


    long break. You deserve to rest.”


    Although Jasper had spoken nonchntly, Leslie noticed that something was off. As the person in


    charge of the criminal investigation division in Summerbank, Jasper had always cared for his


    subordinates.


    Yet, Leslie showcased excellent deduction skills in the missing person case. It was for sure she could


    get an award for it for being able to pinpoint the true mastermind through bits and pieces of clues.


    Thus, it was weird that Jasper had ordered her to go on a holiday when they were so close to capturing


    the mastermind.


    No matter how one looked at it, it seemed that Jasper was discarding Leslie once he had no use for her


    and trying to take credit for her hard work.


    Back then, Jasper had even mentioned how he wished Leslie could work twenty-four hours to solve


    cases in the criminal investigation division.


    However, Jasper was now taking the initiative to grant Leslie a leave. It was shocking how his attitude


    had changed over time. When Leslie saw the hint of a smile in Jasper’s eyes, thousands of thoughts


    shed across her mind.


    She sighed and asked, “Mr. Hoffman, there are only two of us now, so I’ll refer to you as Jasper


    instead. Did my father tell you to do this?”


    “There’s no need for you to know why. Now, hand over your police ID card and gun. This is an order.”


    After seeing theplicated expression in Jasper’s eyes, Leslie nodded and ced her gun,


    handcuffs, and police ID card on the table. Then she stood up and left.


    Mr. Hoffman, Father, and I… None of us are to be med in this situation. However, who says I can


    only investigate with a gun and a police ID card?


    At the Jensen family’s manor, Carmelo was resting in his room, facing the garden outside. Beside him,


    there was a dried corpse on the ground.


    The corpse was the housekeeper whose blood essence had been sucked out. For the past two days,


    Carmelo could no longer control the dposition of his body.


    When he rolled up his sleeves and saw his ckened arm, Carmelo knew that the owner’s spirit and


    body could notst long. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Carmelo rolled down his sleeves


    and looked over.


    “Mr. Jensen, Mr. Leiter wants to see you,” a housekeeper said respectfully in a low voice after the door


    was opened. “Bring him to the living room,” Carmelo answered, slightly panting.


    “Understood.” When the housekeeper left, she nced around the room subconsciously. She was


    taken aback upon noticing something.


    One of her friends who had sent Carmelo food did not leave his room for many hours. The


    housekeeper had wanted to ask her friend about it, thinking Carmelo had slept with her.


    However, when she spotted the corpse on the ground, she froze and felt as if she had been thrown into


    the darkest and coldest pit.


    “Ah!” The scream was cut short as Carmelo zapped through thin air and emerged in front of her,


    choking her. “You’re to be med for being too curious,” Carmelo rasped, his eyes red. Lowering his


    head, Carmelo bit the housekeeper’s lips.


    Immediately, a wave of red spiritual energy was released from his body and prated the


    housekeeper’s body. Then, the housekeeper’s face instantly became redder and redder.


    However, her hands and legs were bing paler with each second. Waves of blood flooded into


    Carmelo’s mouth. In just a few seconds, the initially curvy housekeeper became as dry and t as a


    scarecrow as her life ebbed away.


    Loosening his grip on the housekeeper’s neck, Carmelo flung the corpse across the room as if she was


    a piece of rubbish. He licked the blood on his lips and had a satisfied look, a rosy tint emerging on his


    gaunt cheeks.


    Right then, two bodyguards dressed in ck suits rushed up to him. “Mr. Jensen, we heard noises


    upstairs…”


    “Don’t be nosy. Get Ryan to wait for me in the living room.”


    “Of course.”


    In the living room, Ryan was sitting on the couch with his eyes closed. He was stepping on an injured


    and unconscious woman like a pedal.


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    The woman was none other than Lynn from Summerbank. A series of footsteps could be heard as


    Carmelo walked into the living room with his walking stick.


    It took some time before Carmelo sat across from Ryan. “Ryan, how’s the investigating going?” he


    asked after ncing at Lynn.


    Immediately, Ryan stood up and replied respectfully, “Master, I’ve headed to Grafburg Vige based on


    the information, but I didn’t manage to find the so-called cultivator. The only person who knows about


    his whereabouts is this woman. However, she isn’t willing to talk no matter what.” Here, he kicked


    Lynn’s body. “Plus, when I got back, I discovered Mirage za had been closed down. Now that


    ckey Carlson has seen me in action, I don’t have much time left in Summerbank.”


    Upon hearing Ryan’s words, Carmelo nodded. “I’ll make her speak.”


    With a tap of Carmelo’s walking stick, a wave of unlimited negative emotions pierced through Lynn’s


    mind.


    Lynn was initially unconscious, but her eyes suddenly snapped open when the spiritual energy entered


    her body.


    “Ah!” Lynn screamed while gripping her hair. From her reaction, she seemed as though she wanted to


    rip her head apart.


    “Disperse.” Followed by Carmelo’smand was the end of Lynn’s struggle.


    After that, Lynny on the floor and stared at the sky soullessly.


    “I’ve dispersed all of her spiritual sense. You can start asking her questions when she still has some


    sense left in her,” Carmelo told Ryan while panting.


    Ryan nodded. “Who’s the cultivator who appeared at your house?”


    “Cultivator… I don’t know…”


    “What do you mean by you don’t know?” Ryan furrowed his eyebrows. After that, he thought of


    something. “On the day of your father’s funeral, who was the one who helped you?”


    “Jonathan Goldstein.”


    Those two simple words left Ryan stunned. “Jonathan? Jonathan Goldstein? How could it be him? How


    could he be here?”


    Carmelo asked the flustered Ryan, “Ryan, you know who this Jonathan Goldstein is?”


    “Him? The Gomez family fell because of him! He murdered my grandfather and father.”