“Yes, Old Master Mallory." Mr. Bennett looked down and answered, but he secretly thought that it was still a little difficult to find out where Pierre was.

Pierre knew too many scumbags. Besides, there were a few hiding places for him to hide. They might not be able to find him at all.

However, when Mr. Bennett saw how desperate Old Master Mallory was to find Pierre and seeing that he had no other instructions, he asked in a low voice, "Old Master Mallory, is there anything else I need to do?"

Old Master Mallory replied with a long face, "No, you may leave."

"Okay, Old Master Mallory. Call me if you need anything." Mr. Bennett looked down and left the room.

After leaving Old Master Mallory's bedroom, Mr. Bennett picked up his phone and did what he was told. He informed those men to continue looking for Pierre.

Mr. Bennett did think that Pierre might be hiding in one of his friends' places. That was why he sent some of the men there.

However, it was not that easy to find out where these people lived.

Pierre sat there, asking the man who served him the liquor, "Is Oswald back yet?"

"Mr. Pierre, Oswald isn't back yet," replied the man. Oswald was the man Pierre sent to steal his documents at his office.

"He's pretty slow in stealing something. What a useless guy," Pierre complained. Then, he took another sip of liquor and frowned, "What's this?"

"Absolu..." replied the man who brought him the liquor.

"Are you nuts? Why did you give me such bad liquor?" Pierre rose to his feet, picked up the bottle, and poured the liquor on top of the man's head.

The gurgling sound of liquid was heard as the contents were poured out of the bottle. The man felt an icy chill on his head, but he dared not to say anything.

Now, no one dared not to piss Pierre off.

"Go and get some good liquor for me!" demanded Pierre.

for a moment and replied in a low voice, "Mr. Pierre, you've finished drinking all the good ones here. This is all we have

me?!" Pierre glowered

ever drink such bad

good wine, holding a pretty woman in his arms, and celebrating his success of

Mr. Pierre, why don't you give me some money? I'll go get some for you!" replied the man. The liquor Pierre drank was

even if he had the money, he dared not help Pierre

could still be the second young master of the Mallory family. If he could not pay for the liquor they

Pierre threw the bottle on the ground and sat slumped on the

Pierre. He saw Pierre narrowing

Oswald returned a

him to ask for some

and pondered what the man said to him. It seemed like

He opened his wallet and looked at it. There was not even a banknote in it. He laughed at himself and muttered, "Well,

and tapped on the screen. There was no response.

on his phone, not even for a

Department of Justice who were tracking him, it might

brother who had blood ties with him, made him end up

Pierre, why don't you send

flew into a rage and snapped. "Get lost. Do you want

his

Pierre. Pierre was in distress, indeed. He did not even dare to

sit on the sofa

pressing Pierre's secretary's head when he walked

at Oswald. Then, he

I took from the safe box. There are some other things too. Uh, the things in your office."

picked up the plastic

to burn the

head. He narrowed his eyes as he stared at the woman who was tied up with rope and lifted his jaw. Then, he asked,

I was fast enough to stop her and tied her up. Otherwise, we would've been in trouble. Mr. Pierre, you must teach

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