Chapter 232: Original text: Volume 4 - 21 Betrayal (1) After revision:
"Are you saying Zhang Yuan is doing quite well in prison?"
Seeing the guard nod in affirmation, George waved his hand to dismiss him and turned to pour himself a cup of coffee. He felt the necessity to reassess his two brothers. This incident was almost entirely within their control, even the countermeasures he had taken were anticipated by them! Two hours, damn it, two hours!
Just thinking about it made George feel he had been played. He violently threw the coffee cup in his hand!
During this period, Bruce was indifferent to both soft and hard tactics, and Reinhardt remained silent, relying on George to incessantly send people for investigation. However, the investigation into Bruce’s forged document was stuck. The key witness from the Investigation Bureau had vanished ever since Fatty was imprisoned.
Although it was clear that Bruce had either hidden him or silenced him permanently, there was nothing George could do. After all, Bruce was also a prince and not so easily questioned by the Royal Court. Zhang Yuan’s records were notably simplistic; as a drifting vagabond out of the public eye, there were indeed many gaps in his timeline.
A vagabond who bypassed immigration checks, sneaking between countries, mingling in slums full of ruffians and beggars, using odd jobs or even theft to get food and travel fare. How could the blanks in such a lifestyle be properly explained?
If Bruce had somebody in prison torment Zhang Yuan, George could have found an excuse to confront the matter. But now, what Bruce had done left George feeling like a dog trying to bite a hedgehog—there was no place to start. Where exactly was the problem?!
In his completely private study, George slowly sat on the chair in front of his desk, closed his eyes. This chair was identical to the one in his father James’s study. Every time he sat in it, he felt a peculiar sense, as if it helped him see further, think more clearly, and get closer to his goals.
The door of the study opened. George knew without opening his eyes that it was his mentor Philip entering. Only he had the privilege to enter this room without knocking, and only he could walk so silently, like a cat prowling in the dark.