The Silent Wife novel (Rachel and Justin) novel Chapter 346

Chapter 346 A Familial Organization

Lila stood outside the men’s room. One man probably didn’t notice the sign and was just about to go inside, but she stopped him all at once, saying, “Mister.”

Surprised, the man turned to look at her. Lila pointed to the sign at their feet. “The men’s room is temporarily unavailable for use. You should go to another floor instead.”

“Oh, thank you.”

Lila watched the man leave before staring at the door to the men’s room for a while. After that, she turned around and left as well.

The next day, Dillon woke up in the hospital ward and looked at his badly battered and bruised face in the mirror. He smashed the mirror right away with a loud crash, growling, “Who did it?!”

Lila stood beside him. “We don’t know. The nightclub’s CCTV went wrong last night, so we didn’t find anything.”

“You bunch of morons! What’s the use of having you guys?” Dillon yelled furiously. “Find that person no matter what. I’m gonna chop him to bits to feed the dog!”

Lila frowned and stepped out of the ward without saying a word.

A little while later, from inside the ward came the sound of things being smashed; Dillon had smashed almost every smashable object in the room. After all, he had never come to grief so badly before in his whole life.

Hearing the noise inside, the bodyguards trembled with fright. “Miss Lila, what should we do about this?”

Lila didn’t turn a hair. “Since it happened in Jason’s nightclub, he has to take full responsibility. Let him do the investigation.”

“Yes, Miss Lila.”

It was afternoon, and one could enjoy the view of the river from the booth next to the French window at the tenth-floor cafe in Green River Tower. The river water looked murky during the day, but it didn’t hide the grandeur of the river scenery.

The waiter served two cups of Americanos.

Ryan asked straightforwardly, “What do you want to ask me?”

“About the Jockey Club and Dillon’s background.”

“What for?”

Justin darted a look at him. “Are you so fond of asking questions to which you already know the answers?”

Ryan cocked an eyebrow. They were both intelligent people, so there was no need to beat around the bush. “You probably know what the Jockey Club does without me having to tell you. It’s a place for debauchery that’s far from the place it purports to be. To put it nicely, it’s a social hub. Everybody who goes there does so with their own purposes; they go there to make friends with all kinds of people that’ll be of help to them.” Being a self-made man, Ryan had made himself a member of the club and made a lot of friends there back when he needed a network of contacts in his early years, which was why he was able to take Justin on board the Golden Cruise to search for people last time.

Justin’s eyes were tense. “You know that these aren’t what I’m asking about. These are superficial.”

Ryan knitted his brows slightly. “Here’s my advice: don’t ask too much about it. Knowing too much won’t do you any good.”

“Here’s the background information about Leroy.” Justin pushed the manila envelope at hand across the table. “I believe you’ll no longer think of him as an ordinary little artist after you read this. He’s by no means ordinary.”

Ryan’s gaze fell on the manila envelope.

Justin’s hand kept pressing down on the manila envelope, and both him and Ryan knew the reason for that. They were both businessmen, so this wasn’t an afternoon tea between friends, but a business deal for information exchange.

Recalling the recent rumors about Jolly’s relationship with Leroy, Ryan felt somewhat irritable. “Fine, I’ll tell you everything. Still, I’d like to advise you to not get involved even if you know about it. I’m afraid you might get yourself in trouble before you’re able to get her out of this.”

“Thanks for the reminder.”