CHAPTER 594: CHAPTER 594 DOUBLE AGENT

Harry Hunter remained indifferent: "It’s no trouble. I’m idle anyway. Might as well give you a beating for some fun."

Alexander Parker didn’t see where he was having fun. Perhaps his midnight antics annoyed Harry.

He was shirtless, hands tied, drenched in the rain, yet his mood brightened.

Harry isn’t happy, so Alexander is pleased!

He loves the rain. Even though he couldn’t see his cousin, the trip here washed away his discontent.

"Here’s the deal, give me some money, and I’ll sell you a piece of information."

"What information?"

"Why Natalie Niles ran away."

"Isn’t she a spy?"

"That’s another piece of information—it’ll cost extra!"

Harry’s voice was calm: "Are you seeing dollar signs?"

"Can’t help it, my family went bankrupt. As long as I’m alive, I have to bear the family burden. I can’t let my parents live in a chicken coop."

This was Connor’s problem; Harry didn’t intend to pay. But he would negotiate on Connor’s behalf—Connor wasn’t good at talking to Alexander.

"You can get one of the properties under Connor’s name. The value of your information determines the size of the property. Also, the house will still be in Connor’s name, or else transferring it to you will soon mean court seizure and auction."

Negotiation—Harry never loses.

Negotiation—Alexander isn’t good at it.

After a long back-and-forth with Harry, he obtained usage rights to a piece of property and a car, plus some cash, and spilled several pieces of information.

"Natalie was threatened, someone wanted to kill your dog bodyguard, and she seems unwilling to let that happen, so she ended up in the thief’s lair."

"But of course, this might not be accurate. My informant said she might have wanted to gain freedom and escape control, a last desperate act."

"She’s a double agent, selling information here, selling information there, mingling realities, surviving in the cracks, quite clever."

"Tsk, you say such a smart woman, why would she be interested in your dog bodyguard? Heard she even went all out to steal him away? Quite poor judgment!"

"Such a remarkable woman, Harry, why didn’t you keep her under your wing? She’s like a hundred people in one! Oh, it seems you also have failures! Why am I so delighted?"

...

Alexander acted like a chatterbox, ridiculing the master and servant, and walked away feeling refreshed.

He easily freed himself of the restraints Harry put on him, shirtless, sprinting wildly through the dark night, into the wind and rain, invigorated!

Bankrupt?

No problem!

He’s only twenty-one, he can start afresh!

A pity not to see his cousin—yet he wouldn’t want her to see him in such a squalid state.

He ran for a while, stopped, short hair dripping with rain, but didn’t feel cold.

Oh, there’s a chicken!

Alexander walked over and saw a drenched chicken hiding in the roadside flower bush.

Looking quite pretty, its tiny eyes pleading, as if waiting for his salvation.

He laughed; just like him, pretty miserable!

He effortlessly picked up the chicken, stroked its warm neck: "Meeting me is your good luck! I’ll solve all your troubles!"

With that, he opened his mouth to bite the chicken’s neck, ready to give it a swift end!

Someone quickly snatched the chicken from his hand and casually tossed it away.

The chicken, terrified, squawked and wildly flapped its wings, running away in flight.

Alexander’s hand was grabbed, the other person’s tone gentle:

"If you want chicken, I have some."