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In the end, there was no way for Michelle to resist the will of her 'owner' and she could only sulk away to her room after being dismissed by Emilia. 'Three days without fawning over — cough — taking care of my princess, aahh, how will I survive?!'
Samantha could see her little sister's complicated look as Michelle walked away, and she couldn't help but sigh. "You don't need to 'punish' her if you're going to feel bad about it."
Emilia frowned as she looked away from the short-haired girl with a huff. "This princess always has to be fair to her subordinates! Besides, it's for her own good."
Samantha felt like an arrow had shot through her heart. 'C-Cute!'
As the redhead proceeded to check her phone for messages, the older girl decided to take the opportunity to pet her hair. Anyway, it's not like she had anything better to do until Emilia's little friend arrived at the table for breakfast to be served.
Having gone through all of her unread messages, Emilia put her phone aside with a frown. "Noelle didn't mention anything like that to me, but she did ask me to call her back when I get the time."
Sam sighed. "I guess it's a little risky, so she decided to be more cautious. Just talk to her before the end of the day, alright?"
Emilia was a little curious about what it could be, but since she was bound to find out soon enough, she decided to put it out of her mind. "Alright."
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It had almost been a full day since the last time anyone had seen Amos Black, and the situation at the Black Tiger's side rapidly deteriorated.
Mr. Black could no longer bring himself to care about Mrs. Brown's backstabbing, or any of the other minor projects. Aside from the most critical of endeavors, almost all manpower was redirected to look for clues of his son's whereabouts.
Not to mention the board, even the employees grumbled in their hearts, but no one dared to really oppose Mr. Black in person, and could only reluctantly follow their orders.
Despite the huge amount of resources poured into the search operation, however, it was as if the boy had disappeared into thin air.
The only clue they had was that his car was found near an alley, but that was it. There were no signs of tampering with the vehicle, and for all intents and purposes, it appeared to have been parked there voluntarily, with the occupants abandoning it of their own free will.
The car's exterior was both bullet-proof and blast-proof, so they couldn't have been threatened out of there by violent means.
That left only one possibility, as far as the Black Tiger's investigators were concerned.
The personnel responsible for protecting Amos were traitors, and were part of the conspiracy. It could be either one of them, or even both.
Normally, Mr. Black would immediately take custody of the two men's families and other weaknesses, if he didn't already have them in hand, but in this case, the bodyguard was without fetters, and the driver was a long term employee who had already lost his last remaining family member to an incurable disease.
The buff man couldn't help but slam his fist on the table with a bang, nearly scaring his assistant into pissing his pants. "Who the fuck had the guts to lay their hands on my son?!"
Even if he acted like an idiot, and made mistakes all the time, that was still the only heir to the Black Tiger Corporation!
Before someone tried to lay their hands on him, they should have known what would be coming for them, right? Was his Black Tiger Corporation some soft persimmon they could squeeze as they pleased?
At this time, a black-suited man entered the room after a brief nod, not even bothering to ask for permission to enter.
Strangely, Mr. Black didn't seem to mind, and his mood even calmed down a little. "Since you're back, tell me you finally found something, right?"
The man in black nodded. "As we previously determined, there was no working surveillance after the young master's vehicle left the school. However, we did find something from a coffee shop in a nearby street."
Mr. Black grinned. "So, who is it?"
The investigator passed his tablet on to Mr. Black, his expression grim. "While we were investigating, the proprietress mentioned that she saw a suspicious man a few days ago who waited at their coffee shop for hours, as if waiting for something, and looked oddly nervous. After matching the details she mentioned with others, we found them all to match this man."
Mr. Black grimaced as he looked at the photo for almost an entire minute, trying to recall who the man was and what he had done, but to no avail. From start to end, nothing stood out to him at all.
The black-suited man seemed to understand what his boss was thinking and coughed awkwardly. "Mr. Black, this man is the father of one of the two boys who were slandered along with the young master."
Although he didn't say it clearly, knowing the extreme homophobia of his boss, Mr. Black's expression immediately turned gloomy. "That garbage? So what, is he looking for fault with my son now?!"
Even if he privately interrogated Amos about the topic before, and even hit him, Mr. Black subconsciously refused to believe that any of those rumors were true. His disappointment stemmed mostly from his son's inability to manage these slanderous statements properly.
After all, the one who had to manage the younger generation was still Amos himself, as Mr. Black knew he wouldn't always be around, and if the boy had to learn, he would rather it be sooner rather than later.
The investigator looked awkward as he cleared his throat. "We couldn't find much more, and this is the only lead we have. From what we know, a man with matching appearance was also seen driving a white van out of highway 13, and the timing lies in the same timeframe in which young master disappeared."
Mr. Black sneered. "Then go scour every inch of land from that point to the next city if needed. And if you find him… save him for me. I'll show him what happens to those who dare pull a tiger's hair."
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