Libby took a subtle breath and calmly exined, “Father, I left the matters of the Hotspring Resort to Gold. I’m not very clear on the specifics. Let me ask the person in charge over there.”


    “What if Miss Cahan was forced by Lord Parker and his men?”


    Den had already seen the video taken by the reporters. From the footage alone, she didn’t show any signs of unwillingness.


    “Alright, it’s just a woman after all. I’m not ming you. The dead are gone. Just continue looking for that child and don’t get distracted.”


    Hearing this, the heavy weight in Libby’s heart finally lifted.


    “Yes.”


    “Carry on with your work.”


    As soon as he stepped out of Libby’s room, the man’s face was covered with ayer of frost, and his inscrutable eyes flickered with mes.


    He muttered to himself as he walked, “Actually, I already knew the answers to every question I asked you.”


    From the moment she chose to personally kill Cami, Den had epted the facts.


    Otherwise, how could his usually calm adopted daughter suddenly be so irritable?


    Everything had traces to follow, and the truth was-he would not let anyone who hurt Pearl go unpunished.


    Including his adopted daughter!


    On the other side, Libbyy weakly on a chair, her mind filled with the sinister look her father had just given her, making her break out in a cold sweat.


    “He should believe what I said, right?”


    “No, I have to go to the Hotspring Resort myself to see what’s going on!”


    A wless chain of schemes, where exactly did it go wrong to lead to this situation?


    Libby hurriedly ran upstairs, changed her clothes, grabbed the luxury car keys, and left.


    The scandal was finally suppressed after interventions from both the Gilliam family and the Crete family.


    Den had hiswyer issue a statement iming that he had broken up with Cami a month ago, so there was no question of being cuckolded.


    Since they had broken up, Miss Cahan was free to be with whoever she wanted.


    Lord Parker’s side exined that the photos were doctored and that he had been resting in a hospital that night.


    No one knew how much they paid the hospital, but the director personally came forward to refute the rumors for him.


    The scandal was suppressed, but another serious issue remained-Miss Pearl was missing!


    Not only that, but even Sam could not be contacted.


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    As for where they went, no one knew.


    He sent people to Red Maple Vi to search, but unfortunately, therge vi was empty.


    The old butlerforted him, “Mr. Gilliam, don’t worry. With Mr. Hurst around, Miss Pearl will be fine.”


    “Sigh, I hope so.”


    He trusted Sam’s abilities and character.


    Over the years, countless women had tried to seduce him openly and secretly, but Sam had refused them all.


    However, thinking about Pearl’s infatuation with Sam made Den worry about him instead.


    Lost in thought, he didn’t hear what the butler was saying.


    “Brody, what did you say just now? Sorry, I was distracted. Could you repeat it?”


    Brody reported the discovery of a corpse at the Hotspring Resort.


    He also informed Den that Miss Pearl fell into the trap because of Ruth’s betrayal.


    Hearing this gave Den a sense of deja vu. He paused for a few seconds.


    Then he curled his lips disdainfully andughed.


    “Find a burial ce for her. I don’t think Pearl would like me to leave her body in the wild.”


    “Yes, I’ll take care of it right away.”


    Brody had just left when he returned with three more people. Leading them was a middle-aged man in traditional golden attire, adorned with gold chains and a gold watch that showcased his wealth.


    Behind him were a man and a woman. The woman was slightly plump with an elegant demeanor, likely his wife. The young man must be Lord Parker.


    Just one look at him filled Den with disgust. How could such a useless person dare to covet his precious daughter?


    Though displeased, Den maintained his polite facade.


    He turned around with a smile and greeted them with a bow.


    “Greetings Duke Austen, Duchess, Lord Parker. What brings you here today?”


    If Den had shown a cold face, Duke Austen would have found it easier to deal with since he had already prepared his excuses on the way here.


    But Den’s feigned indifference made Duke Austen blush. He couldn’t possibly tell him directly that his son had identally slept with his woman; it was too embarrassing.


    “I’ve long heard of the Gilliam family’s reputation. Mr. Gilliam is known as an outstanding entrepreneur. Meeting you today confirms your impressive demeanor.”


    Den had struggled for many years, experiencing both lows and highs; he had given and received countlesspliments and had developed an unppable demeanor.


    “Duke Austen tters me. I’m just a businessman; I’m not as great as you say.”


    “But Duke Austen, your visit to Gilliam Mansion is an honor for me. Pleasee inside.”


    “Thank you, Mr. Gilliam.”


    Entering the hall, Duke Austen was amazed by the Gilliam family’s wealth and luxury, which rivaled his own home.


    The overall decor was European vintage style. Two porcin vases at the entrance added elegance and solemnity.


    Soon, a maid served tea.


    The faint aroma of tea filled the room as Den handed it over with both hands.


    “This is Earl Grey tea from Che. Please try it and see how it tastes.”


    Duke Austen had traveled to Che in his early years and knew something about Che culture.


    Tea leaves, silk, porcin… all unique and excellent cultural legacies.


    He took a sip.


    “Che is the homnd of tea. This Earl Grey is one of its top ten famous teas; it indeed has a longsting vor.”


    “Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Gilliam. But I came here today to discuss serious matters.”


    Finally getting to the point, both old foxes observed each other’s reactions without showing any emotion.


    Holding his teacup steady, Den looked at Duke Austen and said,


    “Oh? What is it? Feel free to speak your mind.”


    “If it’s about my daughter hurting Lord Parker before, I’ve already apologized to you. Our families have also reached an agreement.”


    “As per our agreement, I will heal Lord Parker. You needn’t worry.”


    That was indeed their previous agreement. But now things had changed; Duke Austen was at a disadvantage and found it hard to speak up.