My Mute Bride

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.

two cups

do you want

the Jockey Club and Dillon’s

“What for?”

a look at him. “Are you so fond of asking questions 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

that these aren’t what I’m asking about.

advice: don’t ask too

across the table. “I believe you’ll no longer think of him as an ordinary little artist after you

fell on the manila

on the manila envelope, and both him and Ryan knew the reason for that. They were both businessmen, so this wasn’t an afternoon

I’d like to advise you to not get involved even if you

“Thanks for the reminder.”

all of a sudden. I looked into him, but I couldn’t find anything about him.” Ryan was

“Shoot.”

on Randall Baxter, the club’s boss, over the past few

“S?”

or rather a family, an evil smuggling ring, that specializes in smuggling goods—mostly

supplies—especially medicines—were scarce there. As a result, even a box of cold medicine could be sold at an exorbitant price at

want to make more money. If my guess is correct, Randall chooses from those people and observes them for a long time on his own initiative. Then, he waits for a chance to strike, ultimately drawing them into his circle.” Ryan shot a glance at Justin. “Jefferey, that ex-father-in-law of yours, was probably among the earliest bunch of people he

role does he play in the

respectful to him, so I guess he’s a member of

organization’s heir be sent out to

world and toughen themselves. Otherwise, of so many smuggling and drug-trafficking rings in the world, why do you think S would become such a large organization that even Interpol