“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

go out and get some for me?!" Pierre glowered

he ever drink such

woman in his arms, and

me some money? I'll go get some

he had the money, he dared not help

It was hard to tell if he could still be the second young master of the Mallory

give you the money." Pierre threw the bottle on the ground and sat slumped on the

you..." The man reminded Pierre. He saw Pierre narrowing his eyes,

if Oswald returned a moment

he wanted him to ask

said to him. It seemed like Oswald was out running some errands for

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

his phone out and tapped on the screen. There was no response. Only then did

a short

the people from the Department of Justice who were

him, made him end up in

his phone and said, "Mr. Pierre, why don't you send me some money to my bank

lost. Do you want me to

man rubbed his

indeed. He did not

to sit on the

Oswald hurried back. He was pressing Pierre's secretary's head when he walked in. "Mr.

eyes and looked at Oswald. Then, he asked drunkenly, "How did it

as I'm the one on the mission, I'll definitely succeed. Look, these are the documents that I took from the safe box. There are some other things

up

need to burn the

He narrowed his eyes as he stared at the woman

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

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