Chapter 727: Where have all the paintings in the Louvre Museum gone?

After Michael finished his statesment.

Lucas Douglas's pupils immediately contracted.

Nigel Clegg ... Benjamin Talkington ... Michael ...

... With just this simple sentence, he had gotten to the heart of the matter.

He's only seven years old...

Such insight, such inferential powers, such meticulous thinking.

One could predict that after ten years, he would be the second Hank Clegg.

"I have no comment on that." Lucas Douglas quickly regained his composure.

This answer was within Michael's expectations, so he calmly threw out his second question.

"So, what do you hope to gain from this person behind the scenes?" When Michael asked this question, his pupils were also slightly contracting. The light emanating from them sent chills down Lucas Douglas's spine.

"This, I also have no comment." Lucas Douglas inevitably shifted his gaze away.

Michael's eyes were too sharp, Lucas Douglas felt a bit … unnerved after looking into them for too long.