Upstairs, Matthew stood by the bedroom's French windows, gloom all around him.

"Still haven't found out anything?" he inquired with a steely tone.

Nathan's face resumed its respectful composure as he bowed slightly. "Boss, there's almost no trace over there, but I have a suspect in mind."

Matthew claimed to the outside world that he was recuperating, and naturally, one of his replacements was living in a hospital abroad.

Recently, a group of people had infiltrated the hospital, and the double was shot, surviving by a hair's breadth.

Matthew rushed there due to this incident, but the culprits left no trace.

It seemed like those uncles couldn't sit still anymore....