Although Bai Hao and Blue Blade have guessed the end of Lucas's trip, the guess is only a guess after all, and it takes a certain amount of time and energy to make some preparations to verify.
It is said that experiment is the only criterion for testing truth, so it is essential to verify the guess before making any decision.
"You go to the hypnosis front desk, I'll go to the monitoring room."
After taking a look at the layout behind the revolving glass door, Bai Hao touched the pistol in his pocket and felt the blood all over his body began to boil.
"Okay, I'll look for you in the surveillance room when I turn around."
Lan Blade smiled and did not reject Bai Hao's proposal.
Although I came to Las Vegas this time because Bai Hao’s bodyguard was by Bai Hao’s side, Blue Blade also knew very well that this kid by his side was not a hairless kid. .
As a son trained and trained by a white lunatic, Bai Hao had to stretch out his hand, although it was not as dangerous as his own training in life and death, but under normal circumstances, he wanted to protect himself.
What's more, Blue Blade has armed his sweetheart almost from head to toe to his teeth.
After roughly determining the plan of action, Lan Blade and Bai Hao collapsed into the rotating glass door together, and parted ways before entering the door, walking in opposite directions.
"Hello, I want to ask. How do I go to find Mr. Tristan? I don't know which floor he is on..."
Lan Blade smiled and walked to the girl who was sitting behind the front desk of the office building and playing with her mobile phone. His ice blue eyes suddenly began to spin.
On the 32nd floor of the office building, Little Evans led his Uncle Lucas to the reception room blocked by the Queen. After greeting a small assistant to pour tea for the guests, he walked up the stairs alone to the top floor. Go in the direction.
After receiving a full body check by the bodyguards, William Evans greeted the others while walking towards Mr. Owen's office.
"Is Mr. Owen in the office? Brandon?"
"Yes. I just came back from playing indoor golf for a while. But it seems that Mr.'s mood today is not very good."
A tall bodyguard named Brandon followed little Evans, and the two walked through a long corridor to the innermost room.
"That's a shame. I have some personal details today, Mr. Owen, to help..."
Little Evans sighed heavily, making no secret of his thoughts.
As a smart person, Little Evans always knew that those bodyguards were Mr. Owen's people. No matter how good one's relationship is, it depends on Mr. Owen's respect for himself.
Now that I had decided to bring Uncle Lucas to Mr. On, it was impossible, and there was no need to hide these people around Mr. Owen.
"Do you have a personal matter and would you like to ask Mr. Wen Wen for help?"
After searching, the bodyguard who followed Little Evans to see the boss unexpectedly looked at the young man next to him, as if he had seen a ghost in his eyes.
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"It's a friend of my father. Although it's embarrassing, but... Our family still owes him the favor, so it's really hard to refuse."
Little Evans said shyly, very cleverly changing the concept of the whole thing.
If nothing happens, his own words will definitely reach Mr. Owen's ears. So saying this will definitely show one's own sentimental and righteous side.
The important thing is that if Uncle Lucas really does anything against Mr. Owen in the future, he will leave himself out of it.
After all, I was to repay the favor, so I agreed to meet with the other party. In this way, even if something happens to be held accountable, it will be much lighter.
Thinking of this, Little Evans couldn’t help but think of his father again, thinking of that person who always felt that he didn’t know the importance. This was an accidental old man. He wanted to put his clever coping style just now in front of him. Take a look.
I am no longer a child, I am already a person who can support my family. But why did my father still hold on to himself, and couldn't trust in the decision he made
"I understand."
Brandon chuckled, his squinted eyes showed a clear meaning.
"But it doesn't matter, the boss's mood is not so bad that he can't meet people. Of course, after the appointment is approved in advance."
Brandon said this, thinking again in his mind when he discovered that there were suddenly more people in the room the night before.
Although after sending away the uninvited guests, Mr. Owen did not blame them for these bodyguards who worked safely. But for Brandon, what happened at night really made him sweat.
Even in the next work, I was conscientious and didn't dare to make any mistakes.
So, as long as a person does not suddenly pop up in the boss’s room, there shouldn’t be any problems, right
Brandon thought this way, and added a sentence beside the young man he liked, indicating that Little Evans shouldn't be overly nervous.
"Thank you. Then I went in?"
At the door of Mr. Owen’s office, William Evans Jr. nodded and said goodbye to his old friend who had informed him, knocked on the door, and after recalling what Mr. Lucas had told him, he pushed the door open Push the door and walk in
"Good morning, Mr. Owen. The accounts for the blockade today and yesterday have been counted. There are also the event purchase order and invitation list for the Night of Gambling. If there is no problem after you see it, I will arrange it right away..."
Little Evans stood respectfully at the desk, watching Mr. Owen gently slid the chair back when he heard his words, exposing his head from behind the computer display.
"It's very fast, William. I'm most relieved to leave the things over there to you."
Mr. Owen said, scrolling through the files he received with his mouse, showing a kinder smile.
See Owen's smile.
Little Evans, who started to feel nervous since Brandon told his boss that he was in a bad mood, finally breathed a sigh of relief, full of complaints in his heart for the old man who informed him.
The boss is not in a good mood? Is Brother Brandon's eyes ugly and wrong? Where does the boss look in a bad mood now!
Waiting for Mr. Owen to submit himself, read all the documents, and listened to some major events that blocked the scene. Little Evans, who was supposed to leave, finally found a chance to talk about private matters and spoke to Mr. Owen.
"One more thing, Mr. Owen. It's a friend of my father's..."
Mr. Owen, who was sitting behind the desk, raised his head, and his serious gaze suddenly made little Evans feel a kind of incompetent pressure.
"... Our family owes him a favor..."
Little Evans bit his head and said, and there was an illusion in his heart that Mr. Owen had already seen through himself and knew all the careful thoughts in his heart. The voice of speaking couldn't help getting smaller and smaller.
"He said he wanted to see Mr. Owen on important matters, you. Do you have time?" (to be continued) (end of this chapter)