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Chapter 658 Scarf-Knitting

Truth be told, Toby might even prove to exact crueler vengeance upon Declan than Carl had.

Presently, Tom felt a chill run down his spine when he heard of what had happened to Declan. “I’ll have the men return right away,” he said, still a little stunned by this news. Looks like we severely underestimated how perverse Carl can be. He may look like a warm and affable young man, but his vengeance is bloody and ruthless.

Then again, Tom thought Declan deserved the punishment for having kidnapped Sonia and attempted to kill her in the first place. He knew how important Miss Reed was to Carl, but he went ahead and targeted her, anyway. Now he’s bearing the brunt of his own stupidity; his days are numbered, and rightfully so.

“By the way, how’s the investigation on Connor going?” Toby asked a little.

Tom adjusted his glasses. “He’s doing what he usually does—fishing, playing chess, and if he isn’t doing either of these, he won’t venture out of the villa at all. No odd behavior on his part has been reported thus far.”

Toby narrowed his eyes in thought, saying nothing. From how he looked at it, the oddest behavior of all was to have no odd behavior whatsoever.

Connor had been Toby’s mother’s first love, and they were rather devoted to one another back in their youth. Toby had even learned of Connor’s first and last visit to the Fuller Residence, whereupon he got into a dispute with Homer. While Toby never did uncover the cause of the dispute, he wagered that, judging by the way Connor had stormed off in a fit of rage, the man bore some intense grudges against Homer after the incident.

As such, Connor was the most likely suspect behind Homer’s murder.

More importantly, Connor was the head of the Salzburg Family and the chairman of Salzburg Group. However, he never once returned to the company to take charge of things and instead stayed home tending to his garden and going on fishing trips. Toby found this incredibly hard to believe.

At the thought of this, Toby lightly drummed his fingers against his desk, letting the rhythmic thumping fill the silent office. At last, he ordered somberly, “Continue keeping an eye on him. I refuse to believe that he will stay idle for long.”

If Connor really was the one behind Homer’s murder and the one who instigated Toby’s car accident, then surely the clues of his misdeeds would surface at some point.

“Yes, sir!” Tom stood to attention as a show of obedience.

Meanwhile, over at Paradigm Co., Sonia called Daphne into her office after putting her phone away.

front of Sonia’s desk, Daphne asked courteously, “Is there anything I can help you with,

at work, which put some of Sonia’s worries at ease. Smiling, Sonia asked genially, “Daphne, where did you

“Chairman Reed, are you perhaps

for him, and now he wants me to hand-knit one for him, too. He said something about wanting to

small laugh, she pointed out, “How interesting of

“Yeah, I didn’t think a man who’s thirty-one could be so childish,

make a scarf for him, whereas President Lane just throws away whatever

difference in these two men’s behavior was

was thinking about. The smile on her face slipped, replaced by an apologetic expression as she said quietly, “I’m sorry, Daphne. I shouldn’t

away the scarf Daphne made for him recently, and here Sonia was being insensitive as she prattled on about knitting a scarf for

couples who were present in her life, and if she were to

“Really?” Sonia pressed fretfully.

nodded in affirmation.

wasn’t convinced that Daphne was unaffected until she saw how serious the latter looked. With a small sigh of relief, she said, “Well, I’m glad to know

got the yarn for my knitting, right, Chairman

can’t remember the last time I knitted something, so I don’t really know where to get supplies. I could get them online, but the turnaround for the delivery would take days at the very least, and I don’t want to

bought the yarn at a shop not too far away from our company building. I happen to have a delivery to make later, so I could get the yarn for you if

Daphne. Thank you,” Sonia agreed

her hand, then asked, “By the way, Chairman Reed, have you decided on the color of the yarn you’d

“Black,” Sonia replied.

now, then,

her to leave after a small

ended that afternoon, Daphne returned with

the yarn and examined it. It was pure sheep’s yarn, soft and delicate to the touch. It would make for a