In these words, not a few are complimentary, either mocking or sarcastic, I pursed my lips and waited for his answer.
He stopped talking slightly and looked at me and said, "If I continue not to speak up, is it possible that I will have to offend not only the George family and the Lewis family, but also the Kennedy family this time?"
I raised my eyebrows, "You can interpret it that way!"
He gave a tsk and said, "This is a real headache!" After a moment's thought, he said, "How can you be so sure that the body found by the police is not Dennis?"
I did not react a bit, but only for a moment, then understood, spoke, "That corpse although and Dennis have seven or eight points of acquaintance, but he gave me the feeling, that kind of friendly and reassuring feeling."
He held his forehead, "Feelings you just tell your husband is alive from memory, and then nothing else is a sure thing?"
I thought about it, but still nodded and spoke, "Dennis is my husband, there's no way I could be mistaken, that corpse must not be him, I'm sure!"
He gave me a blank look, obviously not very satisfied with my words, after a pause, spoke, "Well, anyway, now this, there is nothing good to do, your father did not give you so many people? You can ask them to check the whereabouts of Bob in Macao this period of time, and finally send people to see, if you find a very tightly guarded places, I think you can consider a little, maybe Dennis was held by them inside may also be, but according to my current understanding of Bob, he was just chased from Burma to hide around, like a lost dog, there is almost no much strong enough to just kidnap your husband."
Saying that, he looked at me slowly and spoke, "I'm thinking that maybe the mastermind to mess with Dennis is not Bob, think about it, has there been anything wrong with you guys lately, or was there anything different about Dennis before the accident?"
I pursed my lips, thought for a moment, looked at him and said, "What happened before the accident ......" before the accident was Jannings gave me a message from France, saying that Edward had come to Macao and asked me to watch Edward and tell him to behave.
Thinking of Edward, I looked at Brady for a moment, my heart a little more hope, "We can also find someone to help, the White Family young master Edward also came to Macao, maybe find him to find out the whereabouts of Dennis."
Brady was silent for a moment, then seemed to be thinking around, and when he saw me calling Edward, he violently snatched the phone away and looked at me with something like an idiot and said, "Is your brain full of shit?"
I was a little confused by his scolding and frowned at him, "Why are you like this?"
He was not good-natured, "is the enemy is friend are not yet clear, and then start so simple to call people, Dennis brain is not kicked by a donkey, look on a woman like you idiot, really pull down the IQ."
This person's mouth is so poisonous that there is really no bottom line at all.
I glared at him and spoke up, "Can you talk properly and why can't you get Edward's help?"
He looked at me and said with some disgust, "Whether it's the White Family or Bob, they have been staring at this fat piece of meat of Macao import and export for a long time, and like your husband, they all want to take this piece of project with annual profits of billions. What do you think Edward came to Macao to do? Just simply to travel and see the sights? It's too idle."
Naturally I chose the latter and looked at him and said, "Is it convenient for me to stay here?"
He grunted a few times and spoke, "It's not convenient, but do you have any other options?"
It seems not.
Brady's villa was huge and I was placed in the room next to his. Jimmy went to check after answering the phone and I had to sit and wait in the villa because there was no better way than to wait.
On the contrary, Brady, who seemed to be very free, went directly to the pool behind the villa for a swim after the video conference in the study.
The large villa, just a few people, cold is natural, I can not sit down, had to go downstairs to the courtyard, inadvertently saw a vegetable garden in the backyard, I was a little surprised.
Rather than vegetable garden accidentally, but for Brady this kind of playboy, how will be in the mood to plant vegetables in the yard, but also to raise these vegetables so well, even the backyard fence side are sprinkled with a circle of gerbera, the layout obviously does not look like the family are maids do.
The cucumbers in the garden are already ripe, several fat thick cucumbers hanging on the vine, the leaves have withered and scorched, the branches are dying, only a few cucumbers look extra fat, I think because no one eats, so let these melons have been so long.
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