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Chapter 72: Aroused Mr. Yarwood’s Interest
“He is very cunning and constantly switches virtual IP addresses. The location changes every time, and the only location we can confirm is Southdale. It took our technical department three days to crack it,” Keith explained, frustration evident in his voice.
He frowned, continuing, “As for the other one, we can’t track it no matter what.”
Dalton was silent for a moment. It was rare to see the Special Operations Team stumped, and the last time something like this had happened was three years ago. He wasn’t easily impressed, but the mystery surrounding this informer piqued his interest.
Dalton slowly withdrew his gaze and gave his advice. “Why don’t you try another angle? Start by investigating the Gibsons’ enemies.”
Keith’s eyes sharpened with realization. “Mr. Yarwood, are you suggesting that this could be a personal vendetta?”
Dalton lowered his gaze, considering his words carefully. “So far, no organization has taken credit for this. The fact that the informer has stayed anonymous suggests he might not be acting out of pure righteousness.”
“Indeed,” Keith agreed, his mind already working through the possibilities. He turned to his team of plain-clothed officers. “Start by looking into the Gibsons’ social connections—especially those with whom they have had conflicts.”
“Yes, sir,” the officers responded, ready to take action.
Dalton’s voice dropped to a near whisper as he leaned back in his chair. “Actually, you don’t have to worry about it too much.”
Keith raised an eyebrow, puzzled. “What do you mean?”
Dalton casually put on his red beaded bracelet, his eyes gleaming with something unreadable. “The matter isn’t over yet. With the style of that informer, I bet he’ll appear again.”
Keith felt an odd chill run down his spine. Appear again? His heart skipped a beat at the thought. There was something unsettling about Dalton’s certainty.
After the Special Operations Team left, the door to the glass room opened. Theo stood in the doorway, his expression a mixture of annoyance and suspicion. “You brat, I knew you were involved!”
Dalton flashed him an innocent smile as he walked over to support his grandfather. “I really can’t hide anything, can I?”
Theo scowled, glaring at him. “Don’t change the topic! Who am I holding this seminar for?”
Dalton’s smile widened slightly. “For me, of course,” he replied, giving a subtle gesture to the bodyguards standing nearby.
At his unspoken command, the bodyguards discreetly retreated, leaving the two of them alone.
Theo puffed out his cheeks, irritated. “Stop pretending to be obedient. You know your body well. Don’t support me if you’re not feeling well.”
Dalton paused for a moment, then casually responded, “I’ve been recovering well these past two days.”
He coughed lightly, the slight irritation in his throat reminding him of the cooling lozenges Dr. Genius had given him. He hadn’t visited her clinic in three days and wondered if she remembered him.
Theo, oblivious to Dalton’s train of thought, shook his head in exasperation. “The Zenith herb is such a good thing, but you refused it. What’s wrong with you?”
Dalton helped him sit down in his favorite chair, pouring him a cup of tea. “Didn’t you refuse it too?”
Theo sighed deeply. “It’s just a Zenith herb. But I still think you should’ve taken it.”
Dalton nodded, but his mind was elsewhere. “The Gibsons are ruthless.”
Theo agreed with a nod. “They deserved what happened to them. But you shouldn’t be helping the Special Operations Team catch the informer.”
Dalton stirred his tea slowly, not looking up. “Grandpa, I have no such plan.”
Theo snorted, his suspicion growing. “You haven’t? You installed so much surveillance in the inner hall. Do you think I’m blind?”
Dalton lowered his eyes, an enigmatic smile playing at the corner of his lips. “I’m just interested in it.”
Theo wasn’t buying it. “I don’t care what you’re interested in. The most important thing right now is your health! How could you use a seminar to arrest the Gibsons? You’ve scared away all those renowned doctors. No one will want to treat you in the future!”
Dalton’s expression softened slightly, though a wry smile tugged at his lips. “All of them are scared?”
A sudden, bright figure flashed in his mind, causing him to chuckle lightly. His amusement lingered in his eyes as he murmured to himself, “That shouldn’t be the case.”
It wasn’t the doctors he was worried about, after all. There was one person in particular who caught his attention, and she seemed to be entirely unaffected by the turmoil surrounding the Gibsons. In fact, he felt strangely intrigued by her—a certain doctor with a sharp mind and a quiet confidence.
As his thoughts drifted to her, a spark of something more than curiosity ignited in his chest.
