Madam Helen was aghast. "What's wrong?"
"I can't be sure, but I've heard that the mercenaries are slaves of money - they will do anything as long as they are paid well," Francis replied, his tone uncertain.
"I suspect that the mercenaries, also known as Hades, had a dispute with Sir, so they sabotaged Sir and took flight.”
Helen's eyebrows knitted together as she processed this information. "Is that possible?"
Francis chuckled humorlessly. "I'm sure you know Sir's temper well - even the smallest spark can set him off. Besides, Hades is no pushover. If both parties were to have conflicting views, it would be natural for them to turn against each other."
Nodding in agreement, Madam Helen instructed, "For now, continue to have people on this case. We need to find out how Sir got into trouble. At the same time, get someone to stalk Nathan Cross and report his every action to me. I'll never have a moment of peace as long as that rascal sticks around."
"Yes, Madam!" Francis accepted the orders dutifully and left the room.
Now that Helen was alone, she could no longer suppress the churning emotions within her. She pulled out her phone and called Jonathan Lane, her paramour.
Her voice oozed excitement and elation as she relayed the news, "My dear, the old bum got himself into trouble and is in a vegetative state now! From now on, all of the Cross Family's assets and properties are in my hands!”
Jonathan Lane was a young master of the Lane Family; he was the textbook example of a playboy.
He exploited his noble background by oppressing every soul he came across on the streets of Cledondale.
Moreover, he had a strange obsession for married women, much like the fetish of a past monarch. The purity of virgins and bachelorettes simply did not pique his interest.
He was especially intrigued by alluring women with complicated backgrounds. Their tangled and convoluted backstories were like a siren's song to him, drawing him in as he sank below the waters of his twisted fantasies.
This scoundrel had ensnared multiple young mistresses from respectable families. At times, even the lady of the house would fall for his charms.
As for Madam Helen, they had been under the covers together for a long time now.
Jonathan had been drinking with a group of Underground tyrants from Cledondale when he received Helen's call. His eyes shone with unbridled glee as he stood up to exit the private lounge.
After finding a secluded area, he eagerly inquired, "Is that true? Are you really in charge of billions worth of assets from the Cross Family?"
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