Chapter 882
“If you spout one more word of nonsense, I swear I’ll end you right here and now. And after I’m done with you, he won’t even dare to lay a finger on me! To you, he might be the boss, but to me, he’s less than nothing! Take me to him p>
The bespectacled man was shaking in his boots, too scared to even think of fighting back.
Keith grabbed him by the neck and pushed forward, the rest trailing behind, wary and unsure of what to do.
Only the toughest of the tough could survive around here, but even they found themselves fearing Keith.
In that moment, Keith didn’t seem human – he was more like a demon!
One of the men’s phones rang, and he quickly answered, “Yeah p>
“He came by himself p>
“Uh-huh, parked his car by the crossroads and walked up p>
“Anyone following him p>
“No p>
“What about a tracker p>
“None. We checked as soon as he showed up, he didn’t bring anything p>
Hiding in the bushes, like a snake in the grass, thought White, I’m right here.
But nobody noticed.
“Just have Glasses bring him over, the boss said Keith’s in a bad mood today. Don’t provoke him. He doesn’t need to change his clothes p>
Soon, Tarquin got wind of the situation at Farmjoy Estate.
Elliot and Elijah immediately started digging for information and within minutes had everything on Farmjoy Estate turned inside out. Unfortunately, they didn’t find much.
They learned that Farmjoy Estate was established years ago by an investment from a man named Ragnar Wright. It included dining and entertainment services.
There were farm-to-table restaurants, fishing spots, sports fields, horseback riding, guest lodgings, and children’s entertainment options. Farmjoy Estate was fully licensed, with no records of illegal activities or anything out of the ordinary.
Ragnar was a bona fide local, expanding his family’s ancestral home into the estate.
Furthermore, there was no bad blood between Ragnar and the Bradford or Inkster families. In fact, the Wright family had no known disputes with the Bradfords at all.
In short, on paper, Farmjoy Estate was squeaky clean.
But the fact that Keith headed straight there after leaving the Number One Mansion was proof enough that something was amiss!
Even more frustrating, Elijah had hacked their surveillance systems only to find nothing of use.
The estate had embarrassingly few cameras, all avoiding key areas. Instead of focusing on entrances or sensitive spots, cameras were pointed at the kitchen, children’s play areas, or simply trees and grass.
What kind of farm had such peculiar security measures?
Knowing something was wrong but unable to find any evidence was infuriating.
Unable to pin down the estate’s secrets, let alone uncover if Ragnar was the mysterious figure they were after, left Elliot and Elijah at their wits’ end.
Both brothers were stuck, unsure of their next move, looking to Tarquin for guidance.
Evan, impatient, said, “This estate is fishy, a hundred percent. Let’s just storm the place, round everyone up, and sort them out.” Elliot and Elijah: p>
Tarquin, eyes glued to the computer screen, looked tense.
He read through the information on Farmjoy Estate again and again, then pulled out his phone to call Keaton Huber.
“About what you mentioned last time, was it Crescent District’s Farmjoy Estate p>
Whatever Keaton said made Tarquin’s brow furrow even deeper, his expression growing grimmer.
After hanging up, he stared at the screen a moment longer, then clenched his teeth and said,
“We’re not making a move today p>
Evan, in disbelief, exclaimed, “Why not p>
Elliot and Elijah were equally puzzled.