Chapter 7 He Is Quite Shy

As the son of the Simpson family, he was not so stupid. Trent could enter the villa area with a recommendation letter. The person he met was the famous big shot, Maddox. There must be something fishy going on.

What he needed to do now was to figure out Trent's true identity. Anyway, he had already obtained Trent's address. He would deal with Trent sooner or later. Trent couldn't run away.

Thinking of this, Barton took out his phone and made a call.

"Beep, beep..." After a while, a low voice came from the other end.

"Barton. Why didn't you come this afternoon?"

The person who answered the phone was a retired old man in his sixties. He also lived in the special villa area. He was one of the big shots in Los Angeles who was in charge of important economic resources, Brennen Bush.

Barton replied apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Bush. I was delayed by something in the afternoon. I'm really sorry."

"Oh, so you had something to do. I thought something had happened to you. It's fine. I'm available at all times. If you have time, come here and bring that antique over."

"Okay, Mr. Bush. I will find time to bring the antique that Grandpa gave me to you. Oh, Mr. Bush, do you know Mr. Olson?"

"Mr. Olsson?" Brennen frowned slightly.

A name immediately popped up in his mind. Caden Olsson was a big shot with outstanding achievements. Caden was extremely important with a higher status than his. He also lived in the villa area.

"You mean Mr. Olsson?" Brennen asked in order to confirm.

"Yes." Barton nodded without thinking too much. He only knew that Maddox was a big shot in the villa area, but he did not know who it was.

"I know him. We were drinking tea together a few days ago. What do you want?"

Great!

It is easier since Brennen knows him.

Barton quickly replied, "Mr. Bush, it's not a big deal. It's just that today, there is a man named Trent who entered the villa area to visit Mr. Olson. I want to know Trent's background. Can you help me investigate him?"

"Trent?" Brennen was puzzled. He had never heard of Trent, who was slightly famous among the younger generation in Los Angeles.

"Yes." Barton paused for a moment and continued, "Mr. Bush, my grandpa has collected a lot of antiques recently. He is always talking about you and saying that he will pick a few to be your birthday gifts!"

"Oh, Jayson is so considerate. Please thank him on my behalf. I will ask someone to help you ask about this matter. I will give you an answer tomorrow!"

Brennen's eyes lit up when Barton mentioned antiques. Brennen agreed without thinking.

Barton smiled slightly. In his eyes, there was nothing in this world that could not be solved by money.

"Then thank you, Mr. Bush. I will wait for your news."

After that, Barton hung up the phone, and his eyes showed a trace of coldness.

...

The staff dormitory of the Lennard Group was newly renovated in recent years.

Male and female employees all lived on the same floor. Each person had a room. It was very generous.

When Trent returned to the staff dormitory, he first went to the office on the first floor to hand in his employment information. After receiving the key, he went to Room 501.

He spent three minutes washing up and eating in two minutes. After he finished all this, it was only eight o'clock in the evening. Lying on the empty bed, he recalled his previous life in the army. He did not know how his friends from Wolf Fang Mercenary were during the time when he was in prison for the past five years.

Then, the scene of Abert's house during the day unconsciously surfaced in his mind.

Exotic poison!

"The poison that my niece, Katherine, planted is not for food poisoning. It is a special slow-acting poison produced in Arizona. It is colorless and odorless. It can be combined with food and drinks and get into a person's body. Once the dosage reaches a certain extent, the person will die."

If Trent didn't arrive in time in the morning, he was afraid...

Who exactly wants to kill my brother's child?

Trent stared at the ceiling. His eyes were extremely cold. He, who was from the army, had always been protective of his friends. This was one of the reasons that he promised his elder brother to stay in the Lennard Group in the morning.

He wanted to catch the murderer who poisoned his niece and see who exactly the person was.

"Ah..."

Trent was in the middle of thinking when a scream suddenly came from the next room.

He turned over the bed and opened the door. As soon as he reached the corridor, he found that there was water under the gap in the door of the next room.

"What's going on?"

Trent was at a loss. He raised his hand and was about to knock on the door. Unexpectedly, the next second, the door opened. Then, a woman jumped out with her slender figure.

It was a young girl!

"Sir, the water pipe in my room is broken. Can you help me..."

Kiley Danbury directly hid behind Trent. Her hair was draped over her shoulders, and her face was full of panic. Her beautiful face, coupled with the long sleeve white shirt on her body, looked particularly charming under the moonlight.

"Okay, wait a moment!"

Trent just glanced at her, then rushed into the room, and found the position of the water pipe. He turned off the water valve and found a bandage to wrap where the water pipe ruptured more than ten rounds. Then it was almost done.

This was easy for him.

"It's fixed. Find someone from the Logistics Department to change the water pipe tomorrow. It won't break again!" Trent walked out, his body also wet with water.

However, his clothes were even thinner. Through the white light in the corridor, Kiley could vaguely see Trent's obvious abdominal muscles.

Then...

Kiley blushed.

"Sir... Thank you..."

"You're welcome. It's nothing." Trent waved his hand.

"What? Sir, you are great. I don't even know how to close the sluice gate. If not for you, I would probably be scolded by the Logistics Department tomorrow." Kiley did not think that this was nothing.

She had grown up in a wealthy family, and this was the first time she had encountered trivial matters in life.

However, her words made Trent speechless for a moment. The sluice gate... She did not even know how to close it?

He smiled and did not say anything.

Kiley asked again, "Sir, I find you unfamiliar. Did you just arrive today?"

"Yes, I am a new cleaner." Trent simply stated his identity.

"A cleaner?"

Kiley widened her eyes in disbelief. How could a cleaner have such a figure?