"Odd?" Daniel narrowed his eyes. "What exactly do you mean?"

"Just... just a feeling I have," Chris said quietly. "Have you had any recent dealings with the Newhouse Group? If so, I suggest you take it slow."

Daniel looked at Chris. A special forces soldier's intuition was usually accurate. If Chris was mentioning a problem, it must be significant.

"Yes," he replied in a deep voice. "I have two collaborations with the Newhouse Group but haven't signed any agreements. I'm currently investigating them in secret."

Chris was taken aback. "Uncle Daniel, you suspect..."

"I suspect irregular financial transactions within the Newhouse Group, not specifically Jodie. Why do you feel something's off about her?"

Chris organized his thoughts and summarized his previous encounter with Jodie, as well as her being with Maisie's mother.

"She's a wealthy heiress. Why would she be with Maisie's mom and even appear at the rehab center at the same time? Isn't that strange?" Chris spoke frankly. "That day, I happened to visit my comrade, and later, I asked him about them. My comrade said... the name they registered to visit was Owen Squire!"

Owen?" Daniel found it

figure out. What's the

his expression even more somber than

asked him to go upstairs first. Then he

scattered, filled with scenes since he met

had nothing, willing to sell herself to him for her family's sake. She was willing to sacrifice everything

childhood. As for Owen, his vices

that kindness was tinged with weakness. If Nicole couldn't even protect herself,

Even when pushed into the mud, she managed

truly related to them? Hadn't she herself said, "Sometimes, I really wonder if I'm

his finger slightly burned by the cigarette. He suddenly snapped out of his thoughts

Daniel went

was tidying up in the kitchen. Seeing him,

out to him. "Look at how

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