Len Hawthorne narrowed his long, black eyes, "Little Chloe was present both times."
"Could it be someone from the Stephens Family?"
"Whether it is or not, we need to investigate further," Len Hawthorne collected the information from both sides, "You all will continue to work overtime tonight."
"Young Master Hawthorne, where are you going?"
"Going to have dinner with Little Chloe."
"..."
*
Dining hall.
Len Hawthorne picked up an unlit cigarette with his slender fingers like bamboo, a captivating shallow smile on his lips.
"You really like fried rice."
Ordering fried rice in such a restaurant attracted quite a few strange glances.
The girl didn't seem to have any shyness about it and just ate what she wanted.
"Have you found anything?"
"It's starting to come together," Len Hawthorne took a cup of tea to drink.
"Hmm."
"Aren't you curious?"
"It's your business."