Chapter 257: 126: Boss treatnt 6
Translator: 549690339
Declan laughed and said, “I’m just making a hypothesis. By the way, Trevor, do you know that beautiful girl?”
“I don’t know her.” Trevor Sherman flatly denied.
Declan continued, “Why do I feel like you have so hostility towards that beautiful girl?”
“You’re feeling wrong.” Trevor Sherman said.
Declan narrowed his eyes and then seed to have a sudden realization, “Oh, I get it. Did that beautiful girl hurt you before?”
“You’re getting more and more absurd!” Trevor Sherman frowned slightly, “Have you forgotten what we ca here for today?”
“What’s the use of rembering? You only know she’s here, but nothing else.” Declan helplessly said, “How is this different from finding a needle in a haystack?”
Viola and Mrs. Thompson walked to the viewing platform to take pictures.
At this mont, she seed to think of sothing and walked to Mrs. Thompson’s side, “Grandma Thompson, please wait for . I’ll go over there to throw so trash.”
“Alright.” Mrs. Thompson nodded.
Viola walked to the trash can and threw the garbage in.
After that, she walked back to the viewing platform and continued to take photos for Mrs. Thompson.
Mrs. Thompson was old but her heart was still young, always changing poses for the pictures.
Viola wasn’t impatient and even guided Mrs. Thompson in so photography poses.
A mont later, Mrs. Thompson said, “Viola, let’s take a picture together.” “Sure.” Viola nodded slightly.
Mrs. Thompson smiled, “Use my phone, and I’ll find soone to take the picture.”
“Ok.”
Mrs. Thompson switched her phone to cara mode and walked to a young man, “Young man, could you help us take a picture?”
Declan never expected that he would be stopped by the beautiful girl’s grandmother.
For a mont, he was both surprised and excited.
Seeing Mrs. Thompson approaching, Trevor Sherman frowned slightly and turned away.
Viola was really getting more and more ridiculous.
She even asked an old lady to strike up a conversation.
What’s worse, Declan, the unsuspecting victim, actually thought he had so incredible luck.
Declan held the phone, “Grandma, stand a little closer to your granddaughter.
Yes, yes, just like that.”
Mrs. Thompson’s cara had no beauty filter.
But beautiful girls didn’t need to fear raw caras.
Because no matter which angle they were photographed, they had no flaws.
“Let’s take another one, with a different pose.”
“Put your left hand on grandma’s shoulder,”
As an amateur photographer, Declan was good at taking pictures.
He took several photos in a row.
Mrs. Thompson took the cara and smiled, “Thank you, young man. You’re really a kind-hearted person. These photos look amazing, like they’re from an international photoshoot!”
“You’re welco, grandma. It’s what us young people should do.”
This was a treatnt only beautiful girls could enjoy.
If it were anyone else, a couple of casual photos would suffice and he wouldn’t bother giving pose instructions.
Declan continued, “Grandma, I’m a local. If you’re not familiar with any place, you can ask .”
“Thank you, young man, but my granddaughter is a local too.”
Declan nodded, feeling it was such a pity!
Mrs. Thompson went on, “Young man, we’re going to the next attraction. See you if we’re destined to et again.”
Declan imdiately waved goodbye, “Grandma, see you if we’re destined.”
Mrs. Thompson walked to Viola’s side, and they talked while walking, “Viola, did you see how well the young man just now took photos?”
“Yes.” Viola nodded slightly.
“I’ll send them all to your WhatsApp.”
“Alright.”
On Trevor Sherman’s side, the assistant made a new discovery.
“Boss Sherman, co with ,” the assistant said.
“Did you locate the exact location?” Trevor Sherman asked. “Yes.” The assistant nodded and walked to the side. Trevor Sherman followed the assistant’s footsteps.
Declan also imdiately followed.
The assistant walked to the trash can and stopped.
“Is the person here?” Trevor Sherman looked around and asked.
The assistant nodded with a puzzled expression.
Because the location showed…
The person…was in the trash can.
“Where’s the person?” Declan looked around.
The assistant pointed at the trash can.
Declan’s face was full of disbelief, “Are you sure?”
The assistant said, “That’s what the location shows.”
Hearing this, Trevor Sherman didn’t care if he dirtied himself, and imdiately bent down to search the trash can.
Naturally, there were all kinds of things in the trash.
There was even vomit from a drunk person.
But at this point, Trevor Sherman didn’t care about getting dirty.
He poured all the trash on the ground and dug through it with his bare hands.
Declan and the assistant also squatted down to search for useful clues.
At this mont, the assistant picked up a small paper ball from a pile of trash, “It should be this.”
He slowly unfolded the paper ball and, sure enough, found a tracking chip inside the ball.
Trevor Sherman picked up the chip and frowned slightly, “He still found out about us.”
“Are there surveillance caras here?” Declan looked around and then said, “There’s one cara. Trevor, should we go back to the island and check the surveillance?”
As long as they find out who threw the trash, they can trace the mastermind behind the scenes.
Trevor Sherman nodded and stood up.
The three of them went to the surveillance room on the island together.
Today, Bright Island received ten thousand visits.
The trash can at the viewing platform was cleaned up once and, since the second surveillance, a hundred tourists had co to throw trash away.
Each person threw different trash, so even indistinguishable.
Declan frowned slightly and then said, “Actually, we can narrow the ti fra down to within three hours.”
“No,” Trevor Sherman directly denied this thod, “We don’t know when he threw the trash, nor when the chip appeared in the trash can.”
The reason why a mastermind is called a mastermind is that their whereabouts cannot be easily discovered.
Even the ti the assistant located may not be accurate.
Trevor Sherman didn’t want to miss a one percent chance.
So, if they wanted to find the mastermind, they had to watch the surveillance slowly and analyze one by one who the mastermind was!
The surveillance video was long.
It was tiring to the eyes.
Viola and Mrs. Thompson were tired from walking and decided to sit down at an island dessert shop to rest.
Mrs. Thompson ordered a pancake and two milk teas.
Soon, the pancake was served.
Viola looked at the pancake, frowned slightly, then picked up her chopsticks and carefully removed the sugar osmanthus flowers sprinkled on the pancake. As she removed them, she said, “This shop is so strange. They put sugar osmanthus flowers on the pancake.”
The Thompson Family’s genes were different from others, as they all disliked osmanthus flowers.
Over the years, Mrs. Thompson had never encountered anyone else with this characteristic.
Suddenly, Mrs.. Thompson seed to grasp sothing and looked at Viola, “Viola, you, you don’t eat osmanthus flowers?”
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