Chapter 48: Reginald provoked Darnell

Upon hearing this, Brady's face darkened, and after thinking about it, he said to the bodyguard who followed beside him, "Covertly follow Miss ThankGod, and find out where she is going, what she is doing, and who she is going to meet."

It was necessary to know if Miss ThankGod was Heloise.

"Understood, Councilor Brook."

The bodyguard left in a hurry.

Brady then walked away with Coral in his arms.

Ben, who had been observing in the dark, slowly walked out from the crowd this time, opened the photo album on his cellular phone, and in this short moment of observation, he took hundreds of photos and recorded about ten videos.

This one ... from Hyacinth Garden was marvelous.

One was the chief steward of the Golden Cloud, and the other one was the councillor of the PHOENIXFELL Empire, and another was also a Netflix star, all of whom were played tricks on by her.

This was not a little wretch from the slums, but clearly the queen of the PHOENIXFELL Empire.

His mouth was slow to close, and it was only after a long time that he thought of going back to report it to Reginald.

In the suite on the high floor of the Golden Cloud Hotel.

A man who had already been identified as the mastermind behind the female murder at the night market, was sprawled on the floor, his body beaten to a bloody pulp, blood soaked through his entire shirt, dying.

The rectangular table was still set with gourmet food, but at the moment it was drenched in the smell of blood.

A group of people who were usually very successful in their respective fields now stood cowering against the wall, not daring to move.

Reginald, who never had any qualms about killing his enemies.

He was clearly setting an example that he was forcing them to watch this person's fate here, but how did they dare to offend Reginald?

In front of the dining table, Reginald was lazily sitting with one leg crossed over the other on a high-backed chair, idly at ease, as if he wasn't in a place with a strong flavor of blood, but rather in an elegant place to sip tea and enjoy flowers.

His slender fingers were holding the cellular phone, on which was played a short video.

It was what happened to Heloise just now at the venue downstairs.

The color of his eyes deepened.

He didn't realize that one of the little blighters he had randomly picked up from the slums had done a pretty good job.

Reginald suddenly got up and headed out the door, reaching for his cellular phone to look at it as he went, still playing one video after another.

Ben followed him out of the suite and down the hallway, watching Reginald's face as he asked, "Mr. Wordsworth, do you highly admire her?"

"I highly admire her?"

Reginald put away his cellular phone and gave him a grim look, "What a stupid thing! She had to fool people in such a complicated way, should I admire her?"

You were just pissed that the lady from the Hyacinth Garden didn't just act under your banner, weren't you?

Ben thought to himself, he could understand the lady from the Hyacinth Garden completely. She was pretending to be a psychotic, and she would have to be asked for proof that demonstrates that she was Reginald's lady, and if Mr. Wordsworth was aware of everything about her, she wouldn't know if she would end up in a good or bad situation.

Reginald stepped forward and threw the cellular phone back casually, "Send me the pictures and the video."

Ben reached out and caught it in a heartbeat, "Yes."

Was he still saying he didn't appreciate it?

If he didn't appreciate it so far, why did he ask for the photos and videos of her?

"After you send them, erase all of them on your cellular phone!" He didn't allow a single photo of her to remain.

"Yes."

Mr. Wordsworth's desire for exclusivity is at work again.

Ben was speechless. Suddenly, he thought of something, "BTW, Mr. Wordsworth, there is something strange. How comes that lady from Hyacinth Garden is Lucas ThankGod's savior?"

How many faces did she have?

Sometimes she was a poor pariah from the slums, sometimes she was a vengeful goddess with a grudge against the Brook's father and daughter, and now she was the savior of the Clan ThankGod's.

"Find out the truth in three days."

Reginald spoke in a low voice. In other words, he wanted to know what was going on as well.

"..."

Ben wanted to smack himself on the mouth. Why did he get himself another job?

They walked in front of the luxuriously decorated elevator, and Ben stepped forward to press the elevator button.

"Why didn't you tell me about anything so important?"

An eager voice came.

Ben turned his eyes to see a young man in a white dress suit frowning as he hurried this way, followed by a chauffeur-like man.

The young man who came was Darnell.

He was doing business in his hotel room when his driver suddenly came knocking on his door, and only then did he realize that something serious had happened at the venue, so he couldn't even care about his work and rushed out to see what was going on.

He stood behind Reginald and waited for the elevator. The driver said at the side, "Mr. Smith, I was waiting beside the car, it was only when I saw Councilor Brook holding Miss Brook that I realized that something had happened, so I ran to look for you. I only know that the venue was smashed in a mess. I have no idea of the rest."

"Is Coral already gone?" Darnell furrowed his eyebrows and subconsciously said, "What about Heloise? Have you seen Heloise?"

The venue was smashed. Could Heloise be hurt?

"Ding-"

The moment the words fell, the elevator doors slowly opened.

Reginald stood there, one hand in his pants pocket, a hint of chill swept across his eyes.

He lifted his leg and walked towards the elevator.

The driver in the back was still puzzled there, "Heloise? who are you talking about, Mr. Smith?"

Who is Heloise?

"Forget it, I can't tell you clearly, I'll go down to find her."

Darnell was worried when he thought of the docile and weak Heloise. His heart was burning as he was about to enter the elevator, when a cold if murderous light suddenly fell on him.

Startled, Darnell raised his eyes and met Reginald's gaze.

The elevator had a lot of space, but Reginald was standing in the center, not with the slightest intention of giving up his position, arrogant to the extreme.

It was inexplicable.

Darnell felt the pressure multiply on his shoulders.

Ben felt the stagnation in the air and cautiously brushed against the side of the elevator door to head inside.

Darnell would just enter it, one foot just stepping over the edge of the elevator.

"It's full."

Reginald stood in the elevator, his voice cool as he spoke, his partially gray, almost demonic eyes looking at him lightly and directly, distinctly unkind.

The man was hostile to him.

Darnell sensed it almost instantly, and he raised his eyes to Reginald, realizing that the face looked somewhat familiar.

The driver at the side yelled out in dissatisfaction at first, "What happened? It is still so spacious in the elevator!"

Upon hearing this, Reginald's thin lips held up an arc of contempt, still standing still.

Seeing this, Ben immediately understood and raised his eyes coldly to Darnell and his driver, "Mr. Wordsworth said it's full, so it is!"

"Why are you absolutely unreasonable?"

The driver was so angry that he couldn't speak.

How eccentric they are!

"Do you mention the word reason?" Ben sneered, "Then you'd better go back and find out what the reason is in the PHOENIXFELL Empire."

Reginald Wordsworth was the reason.

"Who are you guys? Why do you dare to be so insolent ..."

The driver was so angry that he wanted to go forward to bring out facts and reasons with them, but Darnell hurriedly stretched his arm to stop him, politely saying, "Mr. Wordsworth, we'll wait for the next elevator."

Darnell had recognized him.

"You are a little bright."

Ben let out a laugh and reached out to press the elevator button.

The elevator doors closed slowly.

Darnell stood there, chills rising, for no other reason than the fact that Reginald in the elevator stared at him until the doors closed completely.

"Mr. Smith, why were you giving way to them? You're the third young master of the Smith's Consortium." The driver felt injustice for Darnell's sake.