"Thank you, boss!" The staff member from yesterday hurriedly thanked his boss, extremely excited.
The man nodded slightly and said no more. Instead, he took the elevator to the suite on the top floor, took out a special communicator and reported the information he received to Red Owl.
"Sir, according to K's inquiries, it seems Illya came yesterday looking for this merchant named Santo... K also briefly investigated Santo's background and discovered that he is indeed just an ordinary person. The two maids beside him are one Stepping Star and the other Sky, and their guards are probably at the level of Star Breaker." Red Owl was standing beside Addison, reporting with his head down. "I suspect Illya has some interest in Santo, or there may be some hidden deal between the two of them."
"The guard next to him was also hanging out at the entertainment venue last night, constantly asking about Illya."
Addison was silent for a long time after hearing this. After a few breaths, he pressed his prosthetic limb and laughed out loud: "Hahahaha... This Ikelei really gave birth to a daughter! Looking for his lover in a hotel in the middle of the night?! And a gigolo whom he just met for less than a day?"
He trusted his intelligence network, and based on the information he gathered, he concluded that Illya had fallen for Santo, whom he had only met once. No, it should be said that they were attracted to each other. One had his guards gather information overnight, while the other directly attacked the hotel at night?!
If it were someone else, he wouldn't be able to accept it so quickly, but if that person was Illya, it wasn't impossible.
"Forget it. I was wondering how Ike would let his precious daughter be used as bait. It seems she has nothing to do with this matter... But now that you know the news, as an old friend, I still have to remind our leader of Guangweixing." The corners of Edison's mouth were harder to suppress than AK's. He seemed to be looking forward to seeing what expression Ike would have when he found out that his cabbage had been eaten by a pig. However, he also knew that he couldn't tell this matter himself, otherwise it would be equivalent to telling Ike that he had something to hide.
Addison's eyes shifted, and he quickly came up with a plan: "Have Mu Yi send someone to deliver another document to our Chief Yi, and at the same time, give him a warning, letting him know that his precious daughter's whereabouts are under our control. Oh, and wait about an hour before delivering it."
"Understood." Red Owl agreed hurriedly. He did not ask Addison why he delayed delivering the message for an hour. He knew that his master must have his own intentions in doing so.
Addison gestured for Red Owl to leave, then boarded his hovercraft and headed straight for the Light Micro Fleet headquarters. "You're suspicious of me, aren't you? You want to investigate me? Then I'll throw all the dirt on myself. I wonder what our incredibly cautious Chief Yi will think?"
That's right, he went to find Ikere now, which seemed to be a pre-arranged plan to clear himself of suspicion, but he insisted on doing so.
Because he knew very well that with Ikre's cautiousness, the more obvious this was, the more suspicious he would find it, and it would eventually lead him into trouble.
As long as the other party temporarily doesn't suspect him, he can find someone to take the blame and let Ikre completely dispel his doubts.
For example, the businessman named Santo, the more ordinary he looks, the more likely he is to become the target of Ikre's suspicion.
Not to mention, the other party had approached Illya.
No matter how you look at it, it seems like there's an ulterior motive.
Having said that, he has to thank Illya. If it weren't for her, how could he have found a suitable scapegoat so quickly?
I really don’t know what my niece would feel when she finds out!
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"Don't even think about it!! Don't even think about it anymore!!"
Illya was pounding the bed in her room, yelling and trying to drive the images out of her mind!
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