The Adorable Twin’s Sticky Daddy novel Chapter 551

"Yes, Mr. Fu." Charles' men understood his command. They nodded and immediately began their search for Nancy.

"Mr. Fu, would you like to have a cup of tea in my office? Oh, Mr. Fang, long time no see. I guess you don't recognize me anymore. When you were still a child, you would often play at the Fu family's house. I remember that you were a very naughty child. Once you played hide-and-seek with the young master in the garden. I didn't know what you were thinking, but you hid in the swimming pool and almost drowned. We do apologize for had happened before, Master Frederic asked me to bring a big gift to the Fang family as a token of our sincere apology. Perhaps you remember now?" Dale spoke with fervor and assurance

Of course, Jay remembered all of it, but when he was young, he didn't have a good impression of Dale.

"I was a bit of a troublemaker back then, weren't I? But thank you, Uncle Dale." Charles called him Uncle Dale, so did Jay.

However, Jay's intuition told him that the man was hiding something. Jay knew there was a hint of deceit in the way Dale smiled and spoke.

What was it?

Was it cunning? Shrewdness? Or... Something else.

Jay had a knack for gauging people's intentions. This place was definitely not as simple as it looked.

"Of course, you're more than welcome," Dale said with a grin.

'Jay, we should also look for Nancy ourselves. Uncle Dale, I want to see the surveillance video," Charles commanded.

If his men couldn't find Nancy, they could at least review the surveillance video to see if Nancy had appeared here.

"Oh, Young Master, you're right. I almost forgot. Let's go and take Mr. Fu and Mr. Fang to the monitoring room,” Dale ordered.

"As you wish, sir. Mr. Fu, Mr. Fang, please follow me." A slim and good-looking woman bowed to Dale and turned her attention to Charles and Jay afterwards.

The duo looked at each other before following the woman.

Dale also followed behind them and continued to introduce the club's operations. "Most of the time, people come here for entertainment. There are also women who drink with them. However, there are very few unruly employees. If they are disrespectful to our guests, we will fire them in time. Alas, now, people are impetuous, and girls are often driven by greed. This is something we cannot fully control."

Dale sighed after his long speech.

"Why did grandpa run such a club in such a remote place?" Charles wondered.

"I apologize, but I do not really know the reason behind it. After all, as Master Frederic's subordinate, I can never fully comprehend his thinking. I only know that I have to try my best to fulfill the master's orders. Look, after so many years, I haven't disappointed Master Frederic even once. Every single year, I turn in a little bit of profit for him. Although this club does not generate a lot of income, there has never been any losses," Dale said with self-mockery.

What Dale said was true and reasonable, Charles had no reason to doubt him.

"Thank you, Uncle Dale," Charles said respectfully.

"Young Master, I'm humbled by your kindness. I've been working for your grandfather for so many years, and I have never thought of anything else in my life. I just try my best to do what the master tells me to do. So, no matter what I do, I give it my all." Dale bowed his head.

"I'm glad to hear that, Uncle Dale, thank you." Charles knew that Dale was just proving his loyalty. He didn't want to listen to Dale's rambling right now. All he wanted to do was to find Nancy as soon as possible.

He didn't care about anything else.

"You're welcome, Young Master. We're here, this is the monitoring room." Dale smiled and held the door of the monitoring room open.

"You can review the surveillance of any day you want. It's all there," he earnestly declared.

"Okay, let me have a look." Charles sat down in front of the monitor. What he didn't know was that the monitor had already been tampered with.

There was no surveillance video of Nancy at all.

Charles's face turned sour. He looked at Jay in disbelief.