The director lamented as he spoke. A trace of mockery crossed Clayton’s eyes.
Brotherly love?
On the surface, Quavon was still Isaac's big brother, and Isaac was Clayton’s uncle.
However, Quavon and Isaac were not brothers.
After that fig leaf was removed, some things were still too disgusting to say out loud.
Clayton stepped inside. "They didn't want to leave?"
The director paused.
"Of course, they want to! There have been several groups of people who came one after another, our layers of bodyguards aren't just for show. Moreover, I change their rooms and courtyards every few days randomly, so those people simply can't predict where Mr. Quavon is."
The director was quite proud of himself when he said this.
Clayton silently smiled.
"No outsiders came to see them?"
"None through regular channels, but there's always someone who wants to talk to Mr. Quavon. They even sent a nurse in. By the time I found out, the nurse had already run away, but we immediately strengthened our security."
The director did not want to mention this at first, but since Clayton asked, he might have already suspected something.
Thus, he could only tell the truth.
After all, the money Clayton paid was enough for the director to build two more sanatoriums.
Although this was a sanatorium, there were many mentally unstable people locked up here. The care given here was better than ordinary psychiatric hospitals, and it also sounded better.
Undoubtedly, it was difficult for these mentally unstable people to escape.
Quavon and Isaac were classified into this category.
Clayton walked in silence, without any reaction or dissatisfaction.
However, Clayton knew that what had happened to Sloan Corporation should have been passed on through that nurse.
It was really a lot of effort.
When the elevator reached the top floor, Clayton could tell that the bodyguards had tripled.
The director stopped and pointed to the room inside.
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