The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 997

At that moment, with her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, she asked in a deep voice, “Sammy, can you restore this video?”

After some thought, Sammy replied, “I'll give it a try.”

Before long, his small hands began to tap rapidly on the keyboard.

Half an hour passed, and to her surprise, he failed!

The surveillance footage remained exactly as it was, with no changes whatsoever.

Astonishment filled Sammy's large eyes, and in an instant, he even doubted himself.

“Could it be that my strategy was wrong...”

Beside him, Harvey, who also had some knowledge in this area, patted Sammy's shoulder.

“Perhaps it wasn't that your strategy was wrong. It could be that the other party is an expert. With your current level, you're not yet able to compete with him. Why not consult Master King?”

“Mommy, can I tell Master?” Sammy looked up and asked Neera.

Neera had no objections. After all, to her, King was not an outsider.

After getting her approval, Sammy immediately took out his phone and called King.

For King, tampering with video content was nothing more than a trivial matter.

Usually, if anyone dared to bother him with such matters, he would undoubtedly hang up the phone without hesitation.

However, when it came to a request from his beloved mentee, he would readily agree without showing the slightest annoyance.

Jean watched as they busied themselves over this matter, soothing them with a gentle voice, “Don't rush yourselves. This issue won't be resolved in a short time. It's already evening. Let's have dinner first. We can continue working after that. It won't be too late.”

Glancing at the time, Neera realized it was already nearing six o'clock. She promptly told the triplets to take a break and have dinner first.

However, due to her concern for Isabella's situation, she had little to no appetite and did not eat much.

After dinner, she was still thinking about it and decided to make a phone call to Isabella.

On the other end of the line, Isabella's voice was small, her mood noticeably downcast. It sounded as if she had been crying.

“Bell, are you crying? Has something happened again?”

At first, Isabella refused to open up, not wanting her friend to worry, so she said, “I'm fine. I haven't been crying. I'm just a bit tired.”

There was no way Neera would fall for her excuse. “Don't lie to me. How can everything be fine? If you don't say it, I'll come to you now.”

“Don't come here,” Isabella quickly stopped her.

Knowing she could no longer hide it from her friend, Isabella finally confessed with a sense of grievance, “I've been temporarily suspended from my job...”

Neera stood up abruptly, a frown creasing her brow. “What's the rush to dismiss you when things haven't been fully investigated yet? What is going on?”

Isabella sniffled, choking back tears. “The situation has escalated too much. To appease the anger of the patient's family, it's only right for them to do this.”

At that point, she wiped away her tears and suddenly said, “But there really is something I need your help with.”

Neera immediately asked, “What is it? Go ahead and tell me.”

“I find my grandpa's illness quite peculiar. He has always been robust and healthy, so how could he suddenly fall ill? The cause of his illness remains unknown! I initially wanted to visit him, but my family kept discouraging me, refusing to let me see him. Later on, they took my grandpa away and hid him. When I asked them why they did this, they said they had arranged for his convalescence, which required a quiet and comfortable environment. However, they refused to provide the address when I requested it. Coupled with what happened today, I'm getting the impression that something isn't right...”

At that point, her tone carried a hint of bitterness.

“Before, I used to think that no matter how fiercely my family fought, they would never resort to such actions. Now I realize how naive I was! Neera, if possible, I hope you can do me this favor. I dare not act rashly now, as they might be watching me from the shadows. Since they're keeping this from me, they won't let me find Grandpa. I can only trouble you and also Mr. Beauvort. He has resources everywhere, so he should have a way to find Grandpa, right?”

The more Neera heard, the grimmer her expression became. She cursed the Lopez family under her breath for their loathsome actions.

“Don't worry. Leave this matter to me. I'll help you find your grandpa as soon as possible.”

After hanging up the phone, she relayed the matter to Jean.

“Could you send someone to look for Mr. Lopez and find out where they hid him? I'm begging you...”

Jean lifted his hand, lightly brushing against her elegantly straight nose.

“Don't even mention asking for favors. Your concerns are my concerns, so don't worry.”

He immediately called for Ian, instructing him about the matter at hand.

Upon receiving his instructions, Ian immediately set off to carry them out.

After the assistant left, Neera was still waiting for King's reply.

She had assumed that, given King's capabilities, it would be handled quickly.

Unexpectedly, there was still no news from King late at night.

It was past eleven when Jean finished handling his pressing matters and headed to Neera's bedroom.

He frowned in displeasure upon noticing her leaning against the headboard, unable to fall asleep. Walking over, he scooped her into his arms and held her close. He then kissed her until she was dizzy and disoriented.

“What are you doing...”

Neera was not in the mood at the moment, yet she could not help but feel embarrassed by his teasing, her cheeks flushing red.

Jean pressed against her forehead, his breath slightly unsteady as he deliberately threatened her, “If you don't want to sleep, that's fine. We can do something else instead.”

His ambiguous words caused Neera's heart to pound uncontrollably, leaving her no choice but to compromise...