Chapter 508


    My dad was the epitome of modesty, and he said, "Mr. Bradlee, you certainly did your homework.


    Indeed, it''s the technical support from VitalAxis Pharmaceuticals, and there''s a tech team, but it''s all


    about coboration, and I can''t give you the details."


    "I want to know the real criteria here, Mr. Wilburn. I''m here with genuine intentions." Irving was getting a


    bit anxious.


    But Galen wasn''t in a hurry. He ended the meeting for the day without revealing anything, let alone


    nning the rest.


    Back home, I quizzed my dad, "Dad, how much do you think he''ll put in with his capabilities?"


    "He''s just testing the waters," He replied confidently, "No rush."


    He then pointed out some loopholes in Irving''s proposition that I hadn''t even considered. I had to admit


    my dad was on another level.


    That evening, Hannah and the kids came back covered in grime, lookingpletely wiped out.


    "What happened to you guys?" I asked, baffled by their state, "Are you sure you went surveying, or did


    you guys demolish something?"


    Myment had them copsing intoughter, and my curiosity peaked, "What''s the story?"


    "Mom. You nailed it. Hannah''s got talent. We didn''t get anything done today, just rummaged through


    the attic at the Wood Manor." Monique said.


    I looked at them in disgust, preventing them from sitting down everywhere and dirtying the house, and


    ordered, "Go take a shower before youe down. You''re covered in dust."


    They scampered off to the back parlor, still giggling and yful.


    Carl, who was already dozing off, perked up at theirmotion and tugged at me to join the bathtime


    fun.


    "You? Why do you need a shower? You''re not dusty," I teased.


    "I got dust." he insisted, pulling me like a stubborn ox towards the parlor.


    Helga quickly intervened, "Sweetie, I have got some yummy food for you."


    He paused, looking at Helga, who promptly continued to tempt him. Finally, he tilted his head towards


    her, "No bath, want num nums."


    I raised an eyebrow at Helga, who scooped up Carl and headed for the kitchen while I made my way


    up to Hannah''s room upstairs.


    I barged in right as Hannah was finishing her shower, asking me to wait a bit.


    Soon enough, she emerged, drying her hair, and dropped a bombshell, "That ount with a cat’s eye


    isn''t Jerome."


    I was incredulous, "What?"


    That threw me for a loop, "Then who could it be? How can you be so sure it wasn''t Jerome?"


    "We smoked them out." Hannah exined, "But they did record the Wood Manor today, in great detail.


    That''s how we stumbled upon the manor''s library, full of old volumes. As we were browsing those


    ancient books, I chatted with her casually. She spilled quite a bit about Jerome. I asked how long it had


    been since shest saw Jerome, and she said it hadn''t been since thatst video call she made using


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    Cami''s phone."


    "So who could this cat''s eye be?" I wondered aloud, skeptical, "It''s not Cami either."


    "Could it be one of her ssmates?" I looked at Hannah for answers.


    "This is getting weird, Then who is it?" My curiosity was piqued.


    I patted her shoulder approvingly, "Clever move. We''ll just have to wait and see." Co?tent оf


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    "I did take a risk though, and that room is critical. I regretted setting that trap right after," Hannah


    admitted, rubbing her hair more vigorously.


    "I pressed her a few times, but she dodged the questions, so I didn''t push too hard," Hannah noted,


    "This kid''s savvy, not the naive sweetheart we imagined."


    I pondered for a moment and murmured, "If we still can''t figure it out, I have another trick up my


    sleeve."