CHAPTER 841: CHAPTER 840

Sam’s hands quivered as he pointed outside, his lips moving but no sound coming out.

"Spit it out, man. C’mon, don’t you die on me, buddy, hey, don’t." Steward could only watch as Sam took his last breath right in front of him, the grim prediction of that girl chillingly accurate.

He was truly poisoned beyond saving.

After checking for any sign of breath from Sam and finding none, Steward had no choice but to call Sean to report, "Sean, he’s gone. Dr. Lee and the crew were all set up at the villa waiting, just five more

minutes and we could’ve gotten him there."

But fate had other plans, and Sam expired.

Sean was taken aback, realizing that the girl must have had real medical expertise to know that Sam was beyond help and didn’t even bother trying to save him.

"So, he didn’t spill anything?" Sean asked in a detached tone.

"He couldn’t get the words out. He just kept grabbing my hand and pointing outside. I’ve got no idea what he was trying to show me."

"Pointing outside?" Sean perked up, sensing something, "What was out there at the time?"

"Nothing much. From where he was lying in the car, he could probably only see the sky. I can’t even tell if the moon or stars were out. Maybe he was hinting at someone whose name has any letter of ’Sky’ or ’Night’ or ’Moon’ or ’Star’?"

"It’s a possibility. I’ll have someone dig into his contacts again, see if any names stand out with those elements. And while you’re at it, check who was around the back door of the auction tonight."

"Will do," Steward replied and got straight to work.

Meanwhile, Rosemary had her own orders for Horace, "Check who was near the auction at the time Sam was injured tonight, see who could have taken a shot at him in the shadows. Pull up the street

surveillance, and if any feeds are down, let me know; I’ll restore them."

Normally, there wouldn’t be so many camera malfunctions unless someone at that specific time wanted to stay hidden, be it a person or a vehicle.

"You’re brilliant, boss!" Horace hadn’t thought about following this lead, and he knew that anyone tampering with surveillance was trying to hide something. Lucky for them, their boss was a skilled

hacker and this wouldn’t be a challenge.

"Oh, and boss, with those guys potentially on our trail, maybe we should switch hotels for the night. I don’t like the idea of you being unsafe."

"Don’t we have that hidden fire escape we can use?"

Horace had mentioned before that by twisting the wall lamp behind the sofa, a secret fire escape would be revealed.

This design was for celebrities or VIPs who wanted to avoid the public eye when staying at the hotel, allowing them to leave quietly via this special exit, which was exclusive to the presidential suite.

"Besides, if they wanted to go after us, they would’ve by now," Rosemary added.

Given Sean’s racing skills, they weren’t guaranteed a clean getaway. But everything was quiet, no one was pursuing them, so Rosemary wasn’t worried.

Originally, she’d planned to design the princess’s dress, grab the medicine materials, and head back home, but the emergence of the fire case was an unexpected twist. It was a good opportunity to delve deeper into the mystery that had stymied her for the past six months, stalling with no substantial leads.

Come early the next morning.

Horace was so infuriated he could feel his heart pounding against his chest. Without hesitation, he called the boss.

"Boss, that Sean is way out of line. They say we won’t touch their island for less than 70 or 80 million.

Are they so desperate for collecting money? Other islands that are bigger and nicer go for just ten or twenty million. And you know what they told me? They said to go buy some other island and then they

hung up on me. I’m so pissed, honestly. They’re not serious about selling at all!"

Rosemary couldn’t help but hide a smirk as she saw how fume he was.

"But then, out of the blue, they said that Sean wants to meet us. Boss, do you think it might be the same Sean from last night? The names are the same one. Do people just happen to have the same name?"

Could they really be walking right into their own trap?

"Possibly." Rosemary said, uncertain, "Have you looked them up?"

"I can’t get a lead on this Sean’s identity. Tried before and it always brings trouble. I haven’t checked the other Sean from yesterday though. But with the number of goons he has, I bet he’s no pushover."

What’s with people named Sean being such a tough nut to crack?

"If it’s the same guy, then we might actually have an advantage."

Horace thought he was hearing things. An advantage? The crowd from last night was anything but friendly, and almost had them completely surrounded.

"If it weren’t for those homemade smoke bombs you whipped up, boss, we’d have been sitting ducks."

Horace recounted, then couldn’t help but add, "But I gotta say, tagging along with you these past few days has been a thrill like no other. No wonder Jack and the others are always vying to work with you."

Just one outing with the boss and he’d come back with a whole new level of street smarts, not to mention the adrenaline rush.

Thinking about how the boss might count on him more, sending him back home to help out, Horace couldn’t stop the goofy grin spreading across his face, revealing his charming bunny teeth.

"What are you grinning about?" Rosemary looked at his silly, endearing expression.

"Nothing, just working with you is great, boss."

"Weren’t you scared last night?"

"Scared? I was shaking in my boots. You didn’t see it, but when all those guns were aimed and the triggers were pulled, closing in on us, who knew if their weapons would malfunction and suddenly go off right in front of my face."

Rosemary couldn’t help but laugh.

"Boss, have you noticed you’ve been smiling a lot more lately? You look really good when you smile. Try to do it more often; it’s pretty."

"So I wasn’t pretty before?"

"You were, but it was a cool kind of pretty. Now it’s sweet and warm; each has its own charm." Horace chuckled and then asked, "So boss, are we going tonight? They said everything’s negotiable, we just

have to show up. Do you think it could be the same Sean? Maybe he knows we were the ones who messed with Sam last night and wants us to walk right into their hands?"

"Unlikely. If that were the case, they could’ve pretended to sell the island at a low price, forcing us to sign a deal on the spot. But they only said they wanted to talk. Probably just curious why we’re so hell-bent on that island."

"We can’t reveal its true value, though. If we do, they’ll either back out or jack up the price."

They were cunning; that was for sure. Couldn’t show their hand.

"Let’s scope out the scene tonight."

Seeing Rosemary so nonchalant, Horace couldn’t help but admire her, "Boss, you’ve got nerves of steel.

How can you be so young and yet so brave, walking into enemy territory time and time again? Your guts are just incredible."

"You want to take the lead instead?"