The night was dark and cicadas chirped incessantly.

There was a clear knock on the door.

Nicola Clinton raised his hand and rubbed between his eyebrows, "come in."

The Butler, Uncle Mark , pushed the door in and stood in front of the book with his head down. "Master , we've found it out."

He looked at Nicola Clinton up and down. Seeing that he didn't stop him, he continued, "that man's surname is Gao. He is indeed a stylist, and a regular customer of the nightclub that worked in Amelia Wytte before, but..."

Suppressing the inexplicable irritability in his heart, Nicola Clinton raised his head and asked, "but what?"...