Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk Chapter 969: My Sister Told Me Not to Talk to Strangers

The next day.

Jasper Sinclair led his team to Damien’s slum.

Before leaving, he specifically instructed Nora Northwood not to go anywhere other than the hotel?

He left two bodyguards for Nora Northwood to protect her safety while also slightly restricting her movents.

Nora Northwood knew the seriousness of this incident and obediently agreed to Jasper Sinclair’s request.

When Jasper Sinclair arrived at the slum, it was a sight he had never seen before.

It was even beyond his imagination.

He vaguely rembered Nora Northwood and Quentin Ford’s family living in an urban village where street vendors lined both sides of the street, accompanied by an unbearable fishy sll.

The slum’s environnt was ten tis worse than that.

The disdain in Jasper Sinclair’s eyes was unmistakable; he briefly sympathized with Tina’s situation.

At the sa ti, he couldn’t understand why Damien chose such a godforsaken place for their eting.

Under the bodyguards’ search, they navigated through one alley after another.

Finally, they encountered gunn.

"Boss, it’s just ahead."

In front of them was a bungalow, with an area only as big as a toilet in the Crimson Hill Villa.

Once again, Jasper Sinclair doubted his judgnt; did Damien’s status in the underworld not even warrant a proper house?

Could it be that he had truly overestimated Damien?

Thus, with an uneasy feeling, Jasper Sinclair approached this old and shabby house.

Before he got within ten steps, the bodyguards stationed on either side of the bungalow raised their guns.

Their stance was quite serious, as if saying to Jasper Sinclair: take one more step, and I’ll shoot!

The people with Jasper Sinclair naturally would not back down.

In an instant, the atmosphere beca tense, neither side willing to yield.

Jasper Sinclair was fully aware of his purpose; what he needed was the antidote formula for His9, and nothing more that would attract unnecessary attention.

So, he spoke up, "I’m looking for Damien."

At this mont, a dark-skinned child ran out from the bungalow.

He looked about fourteen or fifteen years old.

Except for Jasper Sinclair, no one gave him a second glance.

He tiptoed and barely reached the ear of the ard bodyguard.

"Sister said this is her guest, you can let him in."

The little boy even covered with his hand as if to whisper, but his words fell into Jasper Sinclair’s ears verbatim.

Jasper Sinclair found this little brat quite interesting.

Soon after, the leading bodyguard shouted, and everyone slowly lowered their weapons.

The little boy said to Jasper Sinclair, "You can co with ."

Once inside, Jasper Sinclair assessed the surrounding environnt; he thought there would be sothing substantial inside, but reality proved he was overthinking it.

He asked the little guide, "What’s your na?"

The little boy was extrely cautious with unfamiliar faces, "Sister said not to tell strangers my na."

"Your sister is right."

When saying this, Jasper Sinclair didn’t expect that the little boy’s sister was actually Damien.

He began to feel a sense of lancholy for Paris’s underworld.

Damien was wearing a pure white dress, with sleek long hair draped casually over her shoulders.

Upon first eting, Jasper Sinclair’s impression of her was one of gentleness.