"he?"

Little Stone thought about it and realized that he had not paid much attention to that place in the past two days, and Rex did not report the situation.

"Master, I'll call and ask how things are going over there."

"Well... never mind. Call Rex later and tell him that I will be there in person in the evening."

Alan wanted to go out for a walk. He believed that Rex would not dare to fool him about this matter, so he planned to go and take a look in person.

…

At dinner, William and Harry sat next to Allen and ate together.

Harry was still as heartless as ever, but William was different. He seemed to be hesitant to speak several times. He looked at Alan, then at Harry, and then lowered his head to continue eating. He seemed to want to say something but had reservations.

Alan saw William's expression from the corner of his eye and thought this little brat was a bit interesting.

"How was yesterday's game?"

Yesterday, William and his friends insisted on participating in some bull riding competition, and Alan took the opportunity to ask them about the results of the competition.

Sure enough, when William heard Alan's question, he sighed and looked frustrated. Before he could speak, Harry said while eating, "Cousin...you don't know, they are so good. We ran last and didn't win any prizes."

"laugh……"

Alan almost laughed out loud, what a bunch of troublemakers, they could hold this kind of competition, most of the contestants were from cattle farming backgrounds, they must have played this kind of competition countless times, how could they lose to these two little brats?

Are you a prince?

Even if he was a prince, it wouldn't work. Unless Alan went to participate in this kind of competition, they would probably give in a little.

"Cousin, I...I have something to tell you after dinner!"

William looked at the heartless Harry, and waited until Alan finished laughing before he mustered up the courage to make a small request.

"Oh? Okay."

Alan didn't comment, glanced at Harry who seemed not to hear him, put down his fork and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

…

After dinner, Harry hurried upstairs to play the game console. He could move freely for a while after dinner, and there would be an evening etiquette class around 7:30.

William pulled Alan and waved away the servants. At the door of the small reception room, he looked up at Alan and asked in a low voice: "Cousin... will my mother not come to see us?"

"?"

Glancing at William, who looked calm, Alan squatted down, looked into his eyes and asked, “Do you miss your mother?”

"Well... She hasn't come to see us or called us for a long time."

William, who is already ten years old, is now a little adult, and Alan will not deceive him about such things.

Putting his left hand on William's shoulder, he said, "You can call her later to see if she is in Daying. Ask her to come to our house tomorrow. Then you can ask her in person, okay?"

William looked into Allen's eyes. It is said that children are very sensitive. Although he is not so thoughtful at his age, he understands what he should understand. He just kept looking at Allen. The two looked at each other for a long time. William lowered his head with some disappointment and said, "Okay, I'll make the call now."

…

Carmarthen Police Station is a ten-minute drive from the castle.

Revisiting the old place, as soon as Alan got off the car, he saw Rex, who had received a call in advance and was waiting for him.

It was a bit chilly tonight, so Alan changed into an everyday casual suit and adjusted his cuffs as he walked.

"Have you asked everything?"

"Master... we are organizing the confessions and interrogating them according to your request."

Alan heard Rex's answer, especially the word "interrogation". He didn't need to use this word when dealing with ordinary people. It seemed that Rex did a good job. He thought he had encountered a tough guy like Chickley, who was not easily influenced by either soft or hard tactics.

…

He walked all the way to the basement, an old-fashioned dungeon, which was no different from the last time he came here. It was an empty dungeon with a whistling sound from somewhere. Ordinary people might find it a bit creepy if they came here.

Several policemen were sorting documents at a table in the hall. An incandescent lamp illuminated the entire middle area of ​​the dungeon in great detail.

Without rushing to see the pretty boy, Rex showed the information to Alan.

A thick stack of information, each document is classified into different categories.

Each piece of information is clearly labeled, including "Identity", "Family Background", "Past Experience", "Asset Status", etc., and the classification is very detailed.

"Oh……"

After taking a look at Rex, I found that he was very familiar with this and his technique was very sophisticated. He even knew how to sort out the confessions separately and classify them into different categories.

Alan subconsciously opened the document labeled "Asset Status".

The owner of Harrods department store is estimated to be worth no less than one billion pounds!

Seeing the first paragraph, Alan raised his eyebrows and became more interested.

He knew Harrods, which had been established for about 150 years and was considered a century-old store.

It is currently one of the most famous department stores in London, and its main focus is service.

It is said that this store was acquired by an Egyptian wealthy businessman in 1985. No one knows how much he spent on it, but this Egyptian businessman is very low-key and the outside world does not have more information about him.

Originally, the matter would have ended like this, but the Egyptian tycoon took out another 400 million pounds and invested a huge sum of money to give Harrods an epic upgrade. The entire department store was replaced with the latest and most luxurious decoration.

The renovation cost of 400 million pounds was definitely a huge sum in that era!

It turns out that the Egyptian tycoon who bought Harrods is the father of this pretty boy. He is indeed very wealthy. He spent 400 million pounds just on decoration. Wow...

…

Alan flipped through the information again. Apart from these, the rest of the information showed that this pretty boy was just a prodigal son. He didn't know much about his father's other businesses. There were also some local Egyptian businesses, but Rex and the others had no way to verify their authenticity for the time being.

He put down the "Asset Status" and picked up another document.

Alan looked at the information and frowned slightly.

This guy... well, his identity is a little complicated, but overall there is no big problem.

His father made money in Egypt, but he must have been dishonest when he started out, so his family came to Britain to "develop" in the early 1980s, intending to become British citizens.

But I don’t know if the British side has any concerns or is afraid that their behavior will be too embarrassing, so they have been blocking their naturalization procedures.

Then the pretty boy's father became a little anxious, and finally spent a huge sum of money to take over the Harrods department store in London, and invested another 400 million pounds in renovation. This was considered a "pledge of allegiance".

Now... seven years have passed. The rich businessman himself has become a citizen, but the naturalization procedures for his family, that is, this pretty boy, are still being processed.

But there was finally a ray of light at the end of the tunnel. The pretty boy's father was a sensible man, and was very keen on letting his son get closer to the British nobles, hoping to raise the social status of his family.

But his idea... in Allen's opinion, is very low.

It is not a good thing for ordinary civilians to have frequent contact with nobles. The nobles are capable of some things, but if ordinary civilians learn to do the same thing as the nobles, the nobles will be fine, but the ordinary civilians will die miserably!

This guy used the funds sponsored by his father to organize several polo matches, and then met Boss Cha and Diana at the polo matches.

…

"???"

When Alan saw this, his eyes narrowed slightly, a little confused. Since this guy knew Boss Cha, why would he do such a stupid thing?

A friend's wife should not be cheated on. These idiots, right?

What’s more, this friend’s identity is not simple.

With this question in mind, Alan continued to read the interrogation materials.

No one knew what this pretty boy's father was thinking, but he told his son to get closer to the nobles. Then this pretty boy got close to Boss Cha and even... hooked up with Diana.

They had known each other for several years, but had not been together for long, less than half a year in total.

The old rich businessman, who was the pretty boy's father, even gave him a bad idea, asking the pretty boy to deceive Diana and get them married. In this way, their family's status would be much higher and naturalization would probably not be a problem.

Right now, this pretty boy is probably acting according to the strategy his father gave him.

"???"

When Allen saw this record, his brain almost froze.

What are you thinking?

What kind of train of thought would come up with such a suicidal plan?

Just now he was a little confused as to why such a wealthy foreign businessman would voluntarily ask to become a British citizen and why this side would not want them. Now... Alan somewhat understood that this was just a stupid family.

How did their business become so big?

This is too...

Are there really such stupid people in the world?

Or am I just being too excited? Why does this feel so unreal?

Alan held the document with some doubt in his life, and turned to look at Rex beside him.

…

"Master... I've asked him many times, and that's what he said. I'm a little confused as to why he thinks that."

Rex responded to Alan with a firm look. The information was real, and what was recorded on it was also real.

“…”

Alan looked at the name on the information again, Dodi Fayezi.

It is indeed Coconut. Damn, any normal person would not have such a weird train of thought.

…

Walking to the iron bars at the corner, Alan looked at Dodi Faye who was imprisoned inside. This time he did not say anything to be gentle. Rex would naturally use all means on this kind of person. At present... this guy was lying on the ground with blood all over his face, and his original appearance could hardly be seen.

Without the arrogance he had when they met that day, Dodi heard someone approaching and his subconscious reaction was not to look at who was coming, but to crawl inside first. He was like a panicked little animal.

"Oh……"

Alan still prefers his rebellious look that day, not like now.

"Open it and get him out."

…

With a few clicks of keys unlocking the door, Dodi was dragged out of the cell by two policemen. His leg must have been injured, and he walked a little unsteadily, and needed to be supported by someone.

Dodi slowly opened his eyes. The incandescent light was a bit dazzling. Only then could he see clearly who was in front of him. It was the young man he met that day.

“Are you Dodi Faye?”

"Um!"

Dodi looked at Alan and asked him, trying hard to raise his chin and pretend to be tough.

Allen didn't even look at him. He took out the information again, flipped it open and handed it to him, asking him to take a closer look. "Did they force you to say these things, or was it originally like this?"

It’s not that Alan doesn’t trust Rex, but the things recorded here are a little too weird, and he is really skeptical.

"Humph! We are true love. Knowing my identity, she will not let you go. Let me out now if you know what's good for you!"

“…”

True love?

Who said this word in front of you last time?

It seems to be that loser Spencer, right?

Alan looked at Dodi, who had been beaten half to death, with some contempt and disgust.

Closing the information, Alan felt relieved now that its accuracy had been confirmed.

Looking at Dodi's appearance, for a moment, Alan suddenly felt that this appearance and name seemed a little familiar, but he couldn't remember more specifically.

However, for him, a foreign tycoon like this, who is courting death, has money at home, and has not yet fully become a British citizen, is like a fat sheep!

…

Alan looked at Dodi with a smile. Would Diana forget to tell him who she was?

Does this guy think he is just an ordinary young man?

"Rex."

"I'm here!"

When Rex heard Alan calling him, he trotted over and stood beside Alan with his slightly big beer belly.

"Have someone take him to the hospital tomorrow to check his injuries. If he's not seriously injured..."

Dodi watched Alan ask someone to take him to the hospital tomorrow, and thought he was really afraid of him. A smile just appeared on his face, but Alan's next sentence almost made him fall down.

"If it's nothing serious, beat him three times a day, morning, noon and night, after he finishes his meals. If there's any problem, take him to the hospital for treatment. After he's cured, continue beating him. That's it for today."

"Hey? Hey! Do you know who I am? Aren't you afraid that she will retaliate against you? I'll give you money!"

Dodie couldn't help but feel a little creepy as he watched several policemen look at him after Allen finished his confession.

"Has he had dinner yet?"

Alan looked at Dodie with a smile.

"I have eaten. I just ate not long ago."

Rex smiled too.

"So what are you waiting for? Let's start tonight..."

…

After Alan finished explaining, he took the information himself, turned around and left, ignoring the ghostly howling sounds coming from behind him.

The only purpose of this kind of person who likes to commit suicide is to keep him around so that they can slowly extort money from their family. As for the rest... it's good enough that he's still alive.

Egypt?

Haha... Egypt these days is a joke in Allen's eyes!

…

I don’t know what William said to Diana on the phone, but Diana showed up on time for the appointment the next day at noon, although she looked a little haggard.

When they saw Allen, they smiled at each other and Diana didn't say much.

The four of them had a simple lunch. Alan thought that Diana would accompany William and the others for a walk in the afternoon, but just as he finished his meal and was about to leave, Diana stopped him.

“Alan!”

"Um?"

"Can I talk to you?"

Alan looked at Diana, then at William and Harry, feeling a little embarrassed.

Diana looked at Allen's expression and quickly added, "It will be quick. I want to stay with them for a while later."