novelraw Chapter 514: Come to My House and Cause Trouble
Chapter 514: Come to My House and Cause Trouble
Harry Hunter’s face was cold, no longer caring about one hundred thousand or two hundred thousand, and immediately called Johan Niles.The phone took a while to connect, and before he could speak, he heard uncontrollable sobbing from the other end: "Sis, you finally called me! Sis, you’re not dead, right? Please come home! I don’t know how to tell Mom and Dad, I’m too scared to say anything! I don’t want to live anymore, I might as well be dead!"
"Johan Niles, snap out of it, this is Harry Hunter!"
"Sis, I know it’s you! Sis, I never told you before, but now I have to say it, I love you! Sis, please forgive me, I was wrong!"
Just great, this one is completely wrecked, already delusional and hallucinating!
Harry Hunter angrily hung up and dialed Connor.
After a long while, he got through, but Connor cried non-stop on the phone, refusing to listen to reason, infuriating Harry Hunter to hang up again.
Two gone, both crazy.
Natalie Niles’s tactics are terrifying!
Harry Hunter shut his eyes, and only now does he finally realize what kind of opponent Isabella Weaver once faced!
Even a woman like this, he might not be able to defeat!
He suddenly hugged Isabella Weaver tightly, his voice very soft: "Baby, you’re incredible."
Isabella Weaver was just busy transferring money to Cora Ginger, finding a homestay, ordering dinner, arranging for their family to check in, and didn’t hear Johan Niles on Harry Hunter’s call, wondering what had happened, she looked up puzzled: "Huh?"
"It’s nothing."
Harry Hunter kissed her forehead and sent messages to other subordinates, instructing them to investigate Natalie Niles’s death.
Ten minutes later, they arrived at the Weaver Family residence.
But surprisingly, not a single person was there!
Isabella Weaver’s face was cold; Christopher Weaver ran off fast enough!
She messaged Zoe Lewis, asking her to help find Christopher Weaver’s current address.
Zoe Lewis quickly replied, exceptionally efficient.
Isabella Weaver thanked her, guessing Zoe Lewis probably already had various addresses for Christopher Weaver; she was always detailed and thorough in her work.
Following this new address, Isabella Weaver and Harry Hunter indeed found Christopher Weaver.
It was a beautifully scenic community, with each building no taller than six floors, sparsely occupied, only one household was brightly lit.
Soft light poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor, where a family gathered in the living room, enjoying a steaming hot pot, looking happy and warm.
Isabella Weaver’s hand clenched tightly.
Today, Christopher Weaver angered her mother to the point of spitting blood, now lying unconscious in the hospital, yet he was happily enjoying hot pot with his family?
Harry Hunter knew what she was upset about.
He calmly spoke: "David."
David responded, nimbly scaling the second floor, tapping something on the window, then like a pendulum, crashing through the floor-to-ceiling window.
The glass shattered with an explosive sound, splintering into pieces, and the people in the living room screamed incessantly.
David stood up steadily, opened the living room door, bowed respectfully: "Young Master and Young Madam, please enter."
Harry Hunter took Isabella Weaver’s hand: "Let’s go, Madam."
Isabella Weaver snapped back from David’s violent entry: "David won’t get hurt smashing like that, will he?"
"No, he’s dramatic, just loves a flashy entrance, likes to be high-profile, likes violence, did it scare you?"
"No."
Isabella Weaver’s lips curled up: "He smashed it well!"
Why should Sheila Morrison lie in the hospital while the culprit enjoys family bliss here!
Isabella Weaver went up to the second floor, entered the living room, saw the hot pot still steaming, and abruptly flipped the table over!