Chapter 47: Not a Human
[System Divine Nine: Work of a gang? No wonder the ti limit for this mission is one month. It seems to be a little challenging. Moreover, it involves children. I’m afraid it has sothing to do with so shady deals. ]
“That’s right. We can’t just watch this surveillance video.”
Lauren did not realize that she had spoken out her conversation with System Divine Nine. Usually, she would communicate with him directly in her heart. This ti, she was too engrossed and accidentally opened her mouth, scaring Ben to death.
Lauren looked at Ben, who was sitting at the side and acting suspiciously. Suddenly, she felt a little sorry for this Mr. Carson.
He had been scared every day for the past one or two days.
“Mr. Carson, did you rember that Auntie’s phone number at the amusent park that day?”
Lauren rembered that her na was Yulia Citra.
“Yes, I have her phone number.”
“Make an appointnt with Auntie Yulia Citra and ask her to bring a few of Lily’s personal belongings. You can ask her for things that Lily often uses or clothes that she often wears. Ask her to co over tomorrow morning.”
Ben agreed and quickly made a call.
Inside the Torres family’s mansion.
Franklin and Quinn were having dinner and were very quiet.
The Torres family was usually quiet. With Lauren around for the past few days, so the family was a little livelier. Now, it was quiet again. The servants were not used to it.
Lauren would usually watch TV with them after dinner and discuss the plot.
There were many tis when Lauren was right about the developnt of the story, causing a group of maids and aunties to almost beco her little fangirls.
Now, it was empty. There was neither laughter nor noise. Even Mr. Hayes just sat on the side and did not say anything.
Franklin held his bowl and picked on the food in front of him.
When he knew that Lauren had run away from ho, he panicked and wondered if he had said too much. A little girl like her might run into so danger.
When he heard Lauren’s energetic voice on the phone in the afternoon, he finally cald down.
“Cough, why isn’t anyone talking! Auntie Ann, the duck at was pretty good today!” Quinn tried to liven up the atmosphere.
Auntie Ann forced a smile. “Master Quinn, that’s goose at.”
Quinn replied, “Oh…”
“This cabbage dish was also very delicious today!”
“Master Quinn, that’s cabbage mustard…”
Quinn shut up and decided to eat in silence.
Franklin remained expressionless as he sat opposite Quinn.
He had eaten the sa dish a few days ago. Why did he feel that it did not taste good today?
His dinner had always been irregular. In the past, he would eat whatever was available in the company. He would simply take a few bites, as he had never felt that there was a difference between good food and bad food.
He had to admit that in the few days he had been having dinner with Lauren, he was already used to having soone serve him food, telling him to eat more and chattering in his ear.
Rather than saying that he enjoyed the food, it was more appropriate to say that he enjoyed the company of soone by his side.
However, as for having soone to accompany him…Quinn was also a human. Why did it feel different?
Franklin raised his eyes and looked at Quinn. Quinn imdiately felt a chill run down his spine.
“Franklin…why are you looking at in this manner?”
Franklin stretched out his hand with his chopsticks, he picked up a piece of at that Quinn was about to pick up. He put it into his mouth and chewed.
“It’s nothing, I just feel that you’re not human.”
Quinn thought, “Are you being polite?”
Knowing that he was in the wrong, Quinn silently endured his brother’s unreasonable insult.
After eating, Franklin went upstairs and ignored Quinn’s invitation to watch TV program. Mr. Hayes also went upstairs.
In the study room, the dieval clock hanging on the wall was ticking rhythmically.
“Master Franklin, I have sothing to show you.” Mr. Hayes followed Franklin into the study room.
“What’s wrong, Mr. Hayes?”
To the Torres family, Mr. Hayes was an elder. Franklin treated Mr. Hayes like his own family.
Mr. Hayes took out the key, which Lauren had given him this morning, from his pocket.
“Master Franklin, take a look at this.”
There was only one light on in the study. The light was a little dim, but the luster of the key could still be seen clearly.
Franklin grew up in an extrely luxurious family environnt. He had seen many good things, so he could tell at a glance that this key was very valuable.
He weighed it for a mont. It had so weight.
Mr. Hayes saw the doubt in Franklin’s eyes and took the initiative to explain.
“This afternoon, before Miss Torres went out, she said that she wanted to give a gift. So she gave this key.”
“Miss Torres said that this key is…”
Mr. Hayes took out the small note that Lauren gave him.
“It’s the key to this house.”
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