More than an hour later, Jasper exited Dawson’s study with a solemn look on his face.
“How’d it go?” Wendy approached and asked attentively.
She did not have a clue what had happened just now since she was not in the study.
The storm above Jasper’s head vanished as he smiled at Wendy. “Nothing much, it was just some pretentious b*stard who decided to come to our door and show off.”
“What are you talking about, stop being so crude. Come on, this is serious,” Wendy spoke, displeased.
Jasper wrapped an arm around Wendy and walked toward the kitchen. “Is there anything left to eat? I’m famished. I didn’t get to eat a proper meal today.”
Seeing that Jasper did not want to speak much about this, Wendy scrunched up her nose unhappily but did not press him for details. When it came to such things, she knew her limits.
“I could feed you?”
Jasper’s eyes shone and he stared at Wendy’s alluring figure before gulping. “So direct? Well, aren’t you forward today?”
Wendy blinked, having yet to catch up with a joke that would only begin to trend more than a decade later.
Still, Wendy was a smart lady and she realized where Jasper was looking. With a little more thought, it dawned on her what the man meant.
Embarrassed and furious, Wendy grabbed the pan and began to run after Jasper to hit him with it. “Do you want to die? Would it kill you to stop joking around all the time?!”
…
The following day, Jasper was informed of a horrible piece of news right after he woke up.
Zayden Hanks was dead.
In the heavily guarded detention center, he had knocked his head against a wall and killed himself.
“Jasper, our intel states that Zayden was very determined to die. Not only did he knock his head against the wall, but he also bit his own tongue before that in case the knocking did not kill him.
“No one in the detention center expected him to commit suicide.
“There was blood all over the floor when they found him this morning. There was a huge hole in his head and his brain was splattered across half the wall. He’s unrecognizable.”
Wendy was eating breakfast with Jasper when she heard the news. The sunny-side up egg was still in her mouth when she paused and put the egg back on the plate.
Jasper, who was drinking his soy milk, glanced at Julian distastefully. “Do you have to say it in such detail?”
Jasper scratched his head and replied innocently, “I was afraid that it’d affect your deductions if I missed out on any details, Jasper.”
“I’m not a detective. Solving murders is their job, not mine.”
Jasper sighed and asked, “Did someone visit Zayden last night?”
Julian nodded. “Yeah. Sylva Hanks visited him at ten last night and two other unknown foreigners visited at two this morning. The two foreigners are missing now and the officials are trying to track them down.”
Jasper scoffed. “What loyal guards there are in the detention center! I’d understand if it was Zayden’s dad visiting him, but strangers visiting at two a.m.? What the hell were they doing?”
Julian smiled bitterly, saying, “Those two foreigners are very suspicious. And because of this, half of the guards from yesterday’s night shift have been fired.”
“A bunch of useless guards!’
Jasper slammed his chopsticks on the table heavily. “Zayden is terrified of death, to the point of begging me for mercy just to live. Why would he kill himself with such a tragic method? Someone must’ve threatened him with something more important than his own life.”
Just then, a servant from outside entered the doors. “Mr. Laine, there’s someone called Sylva Hanks outside who wants to talk to you.”
