After a few minutes, the scene finally calmed down. With the support of the gray-haired man and Yager, Mrs. Mary came to the door of the club in despair, wiping tears silently.
Mr. Doragu Gale had slipped away quietly, but fortunately, Yager reached out in time to rescue the fruits of Detective Moriarty's labor, preventing the frustrated gentleman from swallowing it after it was torn apart...
....
"Thank you, Doctor Kress. And you, sir, thank you very much for saving important evidence for me, otherwise I really don't know what to do."
When saying goodbye, Mary couldn't help crying and kept wiping the tears on her face with a handkerchief.
Dr. Chris rushed forward to comfort him.
"It's okay, it's okay, thank you very much. I'm fine now. I'm going to see a lawyer next, and nothing will happen to me." Mary waved her hand, pressed her face hard twice with a handkerchief, and regained her appearance.
With a trace of calmness, I boarded the brand new carriage at the door.
The carriage driver carefully closed the door for her. Judging from his actions, this large carriage seemed to be the lady's personal property.
The sound of horse hooves disappeared at the end of the road.
It wasn't until his back was completely invisible that Dr. Kress relaxed his shoulders with relief: "Oh my god, it's so difficult to appease an unfortunate friend."
Yager nodded in agreement and silently smoothed his wrinkled sleeves.
They turned and returned to the cafeteria. The doctor pulled out the chair at the small table next to him, brought two new plates of pastries, and sat down again face to face with Yager.
The restaurant that was in a mess just now due to the pulling was quickly restored to its original clean and tidy appearance under the prompt cleaning of the maid. The gentlemen who were curiously probing in the distance also returned to their own affairs.
"I didn't have time to introduce myself just now. I'm Allen Kress. Just call me Allen. I run a hospital in Midtown." Dr. Allen said friendly.
"Leo List, assistant lawyer at the Minsk office."
Yager smiled, and then took a few sips of chestnut coffee, letting the fragrant coffee beans cover up the smell of Mrs. Mary's perfume around him.
The purpose of continuing to use a pseudonym is to avoid being caught red-handed when the real lawyer who returns the call appears.
"Ah, it turns out you are a lawyer. No wonder you were so calm just now and got back the key evidence. Without that photo, Mary would be really in trouble."
"Oh, what a surprise. Originally, I heard that Mary was working hard recently, hoping that she and her husband Doragu could join the Air Pollution Investigation Committee. She is a believer of the goddess and has a clean family background. Originally, she was the most influential person.
Opportunity."
Allen sighed worriedly: "I don't know if she can cheer up now and win this key position."
It turned out to be this lady who was going to the committee, not Doragu Gale?
But there is no difference, they are both completely ordinary people.
Yager silently analyzed it and said with a smile on the surface: "I believe Mrs. Mary can do it. Coim Company should belong to her according to the inheritance act. After the divorce, the shares will still be returned to her. There are shares and
As a member of the Self-Reliance Goddess, she has a great advantage in the competition of the application committee."
"Ah, yes, the lawyer's opinion is very reasonable. Otherwise, I would have thought that my bad luck had been transmitted to my friends..."
Yager looked away from the cake and looked at the doctor with confusion: "What bad luck?"
Allen smiled bitterly and said: "It's a series of unlucky things that I have encountered recently... I don't know why, but I have been having a very bad time since a few days ago. The surgeries I performed were always going to be bad for various reasons.
It’s not perfect, and I always encounter accidents when I go to work, causing me to arrive late or simply miss patient appointments.”
"My wife is still pregnant, which is really worrying."
Oh? Speaking of which, there does seem to be something wrong with him...
Yager's eyes narrowed and he saw the almost invisible faint extraordinary fluctuations on the doctor's body, shrouding the surroundings like a halo.
This may be the source of his bad luck.
It may be that the extraordinary ability was not used against the doctor himself, but unfortunately he was affected, which is why he is in his current state, making it difficult to trace back.
But the level of fluctuations does not seem low, it can even be said to be very high, coming from a sequence that has never been seen before.
"You really need to pay attention to that. You can try going to church on the weekend. Maybe the light of God can purify your recent troubles."
He also recorded this incident in the little notebook in his heart.
This is Backlund's first high-level sequence, and something does seem to be wrong...
Judging from the information from the Church of the Night, it is already good to have multiple demigods in an area, but now, the number of Backlund Light Angels is nearly five!
What are they planning?
"Haha, Detective Moriarty said the same." Dr. Allen's words were slightly less bitter, "So I am indeed planning to go in the next few days..."
But before the doctor could finish speaking, a beautiful maid walking from a distance interrupted him.
The maid bowed respectfully: "I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, but Mr. Lister, Miss Jessica is already waiting for you in the manager's office."
"OK."
After asking the doctor for a business card, he followed the maid upstairs.
…
Miss Jessica is a rather elite lady dressed as a strong woman, with her brown hair neatly tied behind her head, wearing bright red lip gloss, and sitting behind the manager's desk.
It's as if she is the owner of this office.
But it's almost the same. In addition to this club, Mr. Cragg seems to have many other industries. Naturally, he cannot have time to check the reports and operations in detail. Most of the work is completed by Miss Jessica.
She asked seriously: "Mr. Lister, are you here because of any changes at the bank?"
"No, the bank's procedures are still going on normally. I'm just here to hand over copies of some key information to prevent unnecessary loss of confidentiality." Yager took out the photos from his bag and returned them to the secretary, then seemed casual
He asked politely, "Are Mr. Cragg's antiques in good condition? What is their approximate origin?"
"The specific valuation of the bank and the purchase route are also related."
Miss Jessica, who was originally wondering why the photocopy was worth a special visit, suddenly realized: "It's all fine."
"Most of the antiques were bought from auctions, and the valuations are very clear. There are only two or three items that were resold by other nobles and there will be some problems."
"I'll give you the information."
She stood up, rummaged in the cabinet on the left, and finally took out a dozen materials with "Viscount Pound" written on them.
On the page that was opened, there were several large clocks with patterns that were very similar to pocket watches.
"These were all purchased from Viscount Pound. I heard that the Viscount's original house recently changed hands for the fourth time. There may be some problems inside, and the new owner even called the police..."
Listening to her explanation, Yager turned back a few pages of the document and successfully found the original owner's address at the end.
“8 Williams Street”
Familiar, very familiar.
It even looks so familiar that I'm not happy about it.
The picture of the building above the address is the manor where the blond angel led him to when they first met.
The invisible conspiracy seems to be coming together again.
This chapter has been completed!