Quentin, instead of answering Luna's question cleanly, turned to gaze at her and Joshua. "Well, you have seen it; this is the dungeon, and there's only one person locked up in here. Is this the luxury dungeon from the photo you talked about?"
Joshua squinted and carefully inspected the dungeon. The layout and structure were the same as in the photo , but everything else in the dungeon was moved.
It seemed like Quentin had pretended to not know about the mole in the household. Not only did he know about the spy, but he even knew who the mole was and when the photo was taken. He was no doubt a man with a meticulous mind.
Joshua looked at Quentin, and coincidentally, Quentin was looking at him too. The difference was Joshua's eyes were cold, while Quentin's eyes seemed to smile.
"Do you have any questions, Mr. Lynch?”
Joshua squinted. "There's definitely nothing wrong with the dungeon."
He believed that Quentin could not have transferred Charlotte, even when Quentin had managed to change the dungeon's design. His men and Luke's men were monitoring everything that exited the mansion. Not even a single fly could exit without going through the repeated checking, so no person could leave without their men noticing.
Charlotte was still somewhere in the mansion.
With that thought in mind, Joshua curled his lips into a smile. "You're very smart, Mr. Simms, but there's something that you can't hide...just like the incident from twenty years ago. The truth will reveal itself someday. Am I right?"
The underlying message was so obvious that Quentin caught it easily. He laughed after taking a puff of his cigar. "Ah, I'm so scared!
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