Darren's face automatically curved into a smile. Darren already knew that he didn't need to worry about whether Harris would stop investigating or not. "That's right. You can't stop, even when Mr. Jonathan gives you the order to release Mr. Rudolf," Darren replied. Harris nodded. "Mr. Rudolf is not someone to be underestimated. Even if we catch him, I still wonder what he'll do." "You have to be careful, Harris. It's likely that Mr. Rudolf also has connections with the prison guards," Darren replied in a serious tone. "That's what I think too, Darren. I'm still looking into whether any of the guards are working with Mr. Rudolf. The thing is... I sensed something was wrong before Mr. Salvador committed suicide." Darren furrowed his brows. His sitting position spontaneously leaned forward slightly, watching Harris seriously. "What makes you feel odd, Harris?" Darren asked. Harris let out a long sigh, seemingly hesitant to talk as he looked around. He seemed to be mak
"Ah this robot! I really want to have it but unfortunately my salary is not enough to buy it," said Patricia who became even more enthusiastic after seeing Hellen in another corner of the living room. Knowing his words were completely ignored by Patricia and Harris was enough to make Darren a little angry. Darren was annoyed with Patricia and Harris, because their visit to his mansion was not to admire robots and sophisticated equipment, but to talk about this important document. "Yes, I think it's enough to look at the robots and tools here, let's sit down there are more important things we have to talk about," Darren said in a cold tone as if showing his anger. Harris and Patricia who realized that then immediately followed Darren to the table that had been prepared in the middle of the living room. Meanwhile, Darren expressed his frustration by slamming the prison list document on the table while saying. "Are you actually serious or don't you want to talk about this do
Darren noticed the very tattooed red marks Anna mentioned. "What's this?" "Strangulation marks. But not with hands or ropes," Anna replied, then turned her attention to the aluminum table on which there were several tools. Anna immediately walked over to the small surgical table, pushing it closer. "This is probably the closest thing to being the tool that killed the victim," Anna said as she held up a wire. "Wire?" Darren was both confused and surprised. "Someone strangled her with a wire?" Anna nodded her head. "Small strangulation marks, possibly using a wire," Anna continued as she pointed out the parts of Roy's body she was referring to. Darren showed a half-surprised expression after seeing the bruises on Roy's body which was quite surprising, because the initial estimate of Roy's death was caused by falling from the car. "Then are there any other signs, Dr. Anna?" asked Darren with a glare at Roy's body. "Actually, there are still non-physical irreg
"It is, isn't it?" Harris also looked uncertain. "I didn't think it was unusual to find a corrupted document in the trash. It could have been a faulty report or something." "I didn't realize it either when Patricia told me about being called in to do some business," Darren said. "My guess is that the prison warden who called Patricia at the time... might have been Roy. Either paid by Mr. Rudolf, or someone in disguise." "Shouldn't Patricia have known that the warden was someone in disguise?" Darren asked. Harris' face looked confused and thoughtful. For a few seconds he remained silent, then he shook his head. "Patricia should be able to recognize. But, there's another possibility too. Patricia is someone who tends not to notice things when her mind is focused on something else," Harris said. Harris' words made sense to Darren. Darren does not yet know how Patricia's character is. But so far, as they worked together to investigate where Mr. Salvador's narcotics were,
"I have a recommendation for a woman in this club for you. You see that woman wearing a black sabrina dress over a lutur and half red hair? She's one of the best in this club, you could even achieve ultimate satisfaction with her," Mr. Rudolf said as he pointed out the woman he was referring to. "Then that sexy red dressed woman who just passed you is very good at playing on the bed. You'll even be overwhelmed," continued Mr. Rudolf who was reviewing some of the club ladies to Darren. "Well, I guess I should really try one of them Mr. Rudolf," Darren replied enthusiastically. In the middle of the procession of waiters and waitresses who were also interspersed with club ladies that night, there was also Haris who was disguised as a waiter and Patricia who was disguised as a club lady. Right when they both passed Darren's sofa, they gave the code with a wink that signaled Darren to get ready. And at that moment the club women began to sway, Mr. Rudolf's eyes caught Patricia's f
"You don't believe me?" Mr. Albern asked in a convincing tone. Darren chuckled as he shook his head. "No, of course I believe in your abilities, Mr. Albern. It's just... I've met too many people who... ah, they have no skills and only rely on connections," Darren said as he nodded his head. Mr. Albern immediately curled both corners of his lips downwards. The look on his face instantly looked dismissive of the people Darren was talking about. "Of course I'm not one of those people. Hey, my connections are many, but I win cases on my own merits." Mr. Albern was still defending himself. Darren nodded his head. "Are you sure what you're saying, Mr. Albern?" asked Darren. Mr. Albern furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?" Without saying anything, Darren pulled something out of his shirt pocket. It was a photograph that Walt had given him. Darren then gave the printed photo to Mr. Albern. He didn't say anything, just instructed Mr. Albern to look at the print. A
"Yes, I heard about it, I was really surprised that Mr. Salvador wanted to admit to being a party to the drug deal and all his mistakes in front of the media, until he held a press conference like yesterday. I wonder why Mr. Savador started taking drugs," Cloe replied in response to Darren. "Well, it's possible that he had some pretty serious problems that no one knew about, which he kept to himself until he turned to drugs," Darren replied in his typical calm tone. "What do you mean, Darren?" asked Cloe after hearing Darren's words that seemed to know something. Darren didn't answer Cloe's question, of course he couldn't tell her about Mr. Handrick who had abused Mr. Salvador from a young age. Darren instead asked a question that alluded to the incident a bit by saying, "Em Cloe, have you ever heard of any of the underclass being involved in domestic violence?" Hearing that Cloe seemed confused about what to answer. But Cloe asked Darren back. "Why would you ask some
"You won't get what I want to give you, Darren," Cloe said confidently. Darren couldn't help but laugh. "What the hell are you going to give me? I don't need to be given anything already, Cloe." Cloe's grinning smile appeared as soon as Darren's answer was heard. "I didn't expect you to say that. Hey, Darren, I want to ask you to cooperate fairly-" "I'm not sure someone like you, the Johnson Family, knows about justice, Mrs. Cloe," Darren said, deliberately cutting Cloe off. Cloe let out a long breath. She looked at Darren with a somewhat disgusted expression. Darren seemed to be trying to provoke her. "I'm not sure if you can give me a fair profit either, Mrs. Cloe. Maybe you can give this negotiation offer to someone else and they'll be interested, but not me," Darren said. "What do you really want, Darren?" asked Cloe. Darren picked up the glass that had wine poured into it. But he was only paying attention to the drink. Until a few seconds later, he watched the s