Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce! novel Chapter 1118

Julien crossed his fingers on the table and didn't say anything. He kept his head down, thinking about something.

Seeing this, Sydney did not disturb him and picked up her fork to continue eating.

After a while, Julien finally moved.

He uncrossed his hands and slowly raised his head. "I will let the police reopen the case and redo the investigation."

"If it is found that the murderer is really Mr. McDaniel, how will you handle it?" Sydney stopped eating and looked at Julien.

This was the point she was most interested in.

Julien picked up the red wine glass and tilted his head back to take a sip. "Because of what happened today, I chose to give up on the McDaniel family. If Mr. McDaniel really did such a thing, I naturally will not let him go, and I will avenge Mr. Dodson. After all, he was the teacher that I favored in the beginning. "

"I support you." Sydney reached out her hand and placed it on Julien's. "I'll support you in whatever you do just as you support me."

Julien didn't say anything. He just took her hand and squeezed it gently, showing that he was in a happy mood at the moment.

After a while, Julien let go of Sydney's hand and stood up, his own cell phone still in his hand. "I'm going to make a call."

"You want to call the police?" Sydney looked up at Julien.

Julien nodded. "I'll call Special Crimes Unit. Mr. Dodson and Mr. McDaniel are both civil services, so this matter can't be handled by the ordinary police department. It can only be investigated by SCU."

"Okay, go ahead, but hurry up. The food is getting cold." Sydney pointed to the hearty dinner on the table.

Julien said, "Uh-huh. I'll be back soon. You eat first."

After saying that, he moved his long legs and walked toward the balcony.

Meanwhile, Mr. McDaniel didn't know that he had already aroused the suspicion of Julien and Sydney and that Julien had already contacted SCU to reopen the case of Stanley's death over ten years ago.

At that moment, he was sitting next to his son Clay in a car.

Clay looked at the cell phone in his father's hand, then looked at his father's aged, gloomy face, swallowed, and said, "Dad, Julien hung up the phone?"

His tone was rather timid. He was not at all as commanding as he was when facing his secretary during the day.

As expected, even the most powerful people had people they were afraid of.

The one Clay was afraid of was his father, the old man in front of him.

Facing Mr. McDaniel, Clay had to be careful with his words.

"Didn't you see everything? Why are you asking?" Mr. McDaniel turned his head to give Clay a disgusted look.

Clay flinched and muttered, "I'm just concerned about you."

Mr. McDaniel retracted his gaze and replied calmly, "Huh, don't worry. I won't die."

Clay rubbed his forehead. "But Dad, Julien hung up on you. It seems that the situation is really serious this time."

At that point, Clay was suddenly a little unsure of himself.

Originally, he thought that even if Julien was angry and ignored him, Julien would definitely not ignore his father.

Mr. McDaniel nodded. "That's the only way now. Old Madam Flint is the elder Julien cares about the most. As long as she interferes, Julien will compromise."

"That's not a bad idea, but..." Clay scratched his head. "Dad, Old Madam Flint seems to have always been tepid to us. Will it work if we go to her?"

"We have to give it a try anyway, don't we?" Mr. McDaniel cast a sideways glance at Clay, lowered his eyes, and said evenly, "Moreover, I don't know why, but I feel uneasy. We have to restore our relationship with Julien sooner. Otherwise, I'm worried that if this goes on, something even worse will happen."

"OK, then we'll go now." Clay nodded and then instructed the driver to take them to the Flint family's old residence.

An hour later, they arrived.

Mr. McDaniel and Clay got out of the car and greeted the doorman.

The doorman knew that Mr. McDaniel was Julien's teacher, and because of this, he took Mr. McDaniel as an honored guest. He immediately went into the old residence to report.

It was already past nine o'clock. The Old Madam had just finished washing up with Felicia's help and was about to rest when she heard a knock on the door.

Felicia frowned unhappily. "These servants should know better than to disturb you at this late hour."

"They might be here for something. Go open the door, Felicia," the Old Madam said with a smile, not upset at all.

"There's no rush. I'll help you lie down first," Felicia responded while arranging the pillows for the Old Madam.

The Old Madam could not persuade Felicia, so she could only lie down as Felicia said.

Felicia then tucked her in before turning to open the door.