The Last Heir

39. The Story of The Mansion

I understand the nature of Mr. Harry’s job. It was never to trust anyone easily, never to be swayed by the sweet tongue of a suspect pretending to be a victim, and, of course, most importantly, never to be caught off guard, like a vigilant fortress standing firm against the tides of deceit.

And I did not blame him when he saw that I was already comfortable with the old man. He immediately pulled me back behind him, and Ethan, Samantha, Emily, Michael, and Benjamin swiftly formed a circle around Mr. Harry, like a loyal and impenetrable shield safeguarding their leader.

Each of them still wielded their handguns and pointed at the old man, as Mr. Harry immediately voiced, "The wealthy man who was murdered and left the inheritance, I know. The child from the street with the necklace I know But who are you with the gray hair?"

It didn't mean the old man answered Mr. Harry in that instance. However, that didn't mean he retaliated by pointing a gun at Mr. Harry either. But to say he flinched