Chapter 553


    Chapter 553 Important Clue


    Simon? Za answered quickly, “I’m his aunt.” Right now, this identity was obviously more appropriate.


    “Please save Simon. My father locked him in the wine cer at home. It’s on Crescent Street!”


    “I sneaked in a few times. His injuries are serious, and he has only a little water, not even food. If this


    continues, he will die!” Za hurried to ask, “Who is your father?”


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    The girl on the other end of the phone fell silent for a few seconds. Then, she took a deep breath and


    said, “rence Powell.” “Are you rence’s daughter?” Wasn’t Jasmine rence’s only daughter?


    “Yes.”


    The girl gave an affirmative answer and then hastily said, “Simon’s aunt, I know my father is powerful,


    and it will be difficult to save Simon, but his condition is grim. He will die!” “I must hang up now. Lance


    will be back soon! Bye.” The call ended.


    Za didn’t have time to ask in detail, but this girl had already made the information very clear. She


    had searched for so long, and there was finally news about Simon. Za didn’t know how to tell her


    mood


    but rejoiced that Simon was still alive. She thought, “I must save him!” It waste when Lincoln returned


    to the base, and the sky was dark. “You’re back!” Iowa walked up quickly when he saw Lincoln.


    “Lincoln, I sent a few people disguised as cleaners to investigate the address you told me.”


    The Powells vi upies arge area with many bodyguards. The garbage truck entered through the


    small path at the back door and was guarded by the bodyguards the whole process. It was difficult to


    investigate other ces.” In the past few days, Iowa had tried several ways like cleaner, takeaway, and


    deliveryman.


    But they all ended in failure. His people couldn’t figure out the internal situation of the Powell family,


    which was unbreakable. It showed how cautious rence was. Lincoln frowned, knowing that Iowa


    had tried his best.


    Suddenly, there came a sound of hurried footsteps. Robert led Joe into the living room. “Lincoln, I got a


    clue!” Joe put a case on the table.


    They opened it and saw neatly stacked banknotes. “Lincoln, I gave Brendis the money originally to buy


    his vi as a way to let him off.”


    “But…”


    Then Joe poured out all the banknotes. At the bottom of the case, ayout was drawn. “When I took


    people to clean up the


    scene, I found this case under the sofa. The money in it was untouched. It can be seen that the person


    who killed Brendis was not for the money but to silence him.


    “I took this case away and identally found thisyout drawing. I’m sure that there was no such


    layout drawing in this case before.”


    Lincoln frowned, looking at theyout drawing, which clearly marked the main hall, the primary


    bedroom, even the back garden, and the wine cer. “Brendis drew it,” Lincoln said firmly. Joe nodded.


    “I think so. I thought it should be a very important clue, so I brought it here as quickly as possible. But


    what is this ce?”


    Joe read it carefully hundreds of times but couldn’t figure out where it was. Lincoln lowered his head


    and scanned theyout thoroughly. His throat moved slightly, and he was