Catherine felt wronged. “How am I supposed to contact him? Have you forgotten that he was the one who contacted us every time? Besides, he kept changing his number. Not to mention Sean isn’t on the same boat as us. He has some other plans.”
“Indeed.” Sam’s head was throbbing dully.
Consequently, he waved his hand. “That’s enough. Clean up the floor first. I’ll go check the old-timer’s room and look for any hints for the will.”
Naturally, Shane, who had left, wasn’t aware of Sam’s discussion with Catherine.
Once he arrived at Thompson Group, Silas approached him immediately. “Mr. Shane, we found the number, but there isn’t any name registered to it.”
“It’s an unregistered number?” Shane frowned.
“Yes. The number was activated about a week ago, but it doesn’t have any name registered to it. It is common to use numbers like this to transmit discrete information, then discard it not long after. I tried calling it, but the number is now dead.”
“So we couldn’t find who it belongs to?” Shane pressed his lips into a thin line.
Silas nodded. “That’s right. I’ve contacted the communication company for more information, and they only told me that the buyer was a woman.”
“A woman…” Shane muttered under his breath.
Could it be one of the women who locked Natalie in the washroom and knocked Sally unconscious?
Shane asked, “How is the organizers’ investigation progress on Sally’s incident?”
“I haven’t asked, and they haven’t contacted me. I assumed there isn’t any result yet,” Silas replied.
Shane nodded. “Remember to follow up with them.”
“Noted.”
“All right. You may leave, then.” Shane waved.
Silas turned and left.
Shane headed to the balcony. As he stared at the scenery before him, he lit a cigarette and took a puff, his heart feeling heavy.
The next day, the competition had started.
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