Chapter 27: Investigating her

"Young master." The butler squatted down on the ground to put on his shoes for him, and while putting them on, he said stiffly, "Old master asked me to tell you that he promised not to hook whores any more, so please give him another chance and don't deduct his living expenses please."

At that, Reginald kicked him to the ground, with a bad face towards him.

Ben watched in silence.

The butler, well knowing Reginald's unkind temper, quickly stood up and retreated to the side, lowering his head, not daring to say anything.

When he was working in this mansion, he was disappointed at himself having to deal with the old and the young master. After all, he was forced to convey what the old master said.

Reginald stood there, a pair of eyes turned a little grayer from anger, looking at him grimly and coldly, almost gritting his teeth, "You tell him: it was my mother who established the Wordsworth's, and if he dares to lead another woman back here again, I'll personally castrate him! "

"Yes, yes." The butler retreated in a panic.

Reginald stood there, with a fury in his face, and he reached out and tugged hard on his collar, ripping open a few buttons to make his breathing unhindered a bit, "Damn, none of them goes smoothly."

In the consortium, a bunch of old codgers were always thinking about how to break him down from the pinnacle of power every day, while in the manor, there were also shit rubbishes for him to deal with.

"Didn't Mr. Wordsworth sleep well last night?"

Ben saw his bleary red eyes.

"Do you think I can sleep well in such a situation?"

Reginald grimaced and took a seat in a chair.

He preferred staying in Hyacinth Garden, less crowded and everything simpler, to staying in the mansion.

"Mr. Wordsworth, you asked me to look up information on that lady in Hyacinth Garden, and I have found out a little bit about her."

Ben said.

Reginald was so strange that Ben could not understand him.

Reginald said before that an important understudy didn't need an identity, and didn't even bother to check either. But he was asked last night to thoroughly investigate her. With his intuition cultivated by working for Reginald for so many years, Mr. Wordsworth was definitely a little interested in this demented lady.

But she wasn't a normal lady.

Why was Reginald so into her?

Upon hearing this, Reginald's eyes deepened and he said with certainty, "She's not a homeless person."

Ben was surprised at how Reginald could tell, and he froze, "That's right, it took me a little bit of trouble to find out that Brady Brook had sent her to the slums, but there was no information about her on the Brook's data, so why Brady Brook would send an 18-year-old girl to a place like the slums is still to be investigated. I'll update the information in time."

According to the PHOENIXFELL Empire's law, all psychotics didn't have to be sent to the slums, and those who were sent to the slums must be unsupported and lonely, which is enforced by the relevant departments in the PHOENIXFELL Empire.

As Brandy Brook by all means found his way to entrust people to send Heloise to the slums, which was definitely something fishy.

A real homeless person wasn't worth the trouble at all.

"Brady Brook?"

Reginald raised an eyebrow.

"He is a councilor, who came to the Wordsworth's Consortium last quarter to try to request you to support him more."

Ben reported, "His daughter Coral is quite a well-known netizen in the country, pulling in a lot of support for her father, and Ms. Coral has been coming to the Wordsworth's Consortium every day for the past few days, who wants to make an appointment to meet with you and asks you to donate money to the Winter Continent, which I have had pushed back against her."

Reginald was uninterested in the Brook's affairs and said, "Keep checking, I want to know where she came from."

The "her", naturally, was referred to the one in Hyacinth Garden.

Recognizing that Reginald was impatient to hear about the Brook's affairs, Ben couldn't help but put the newspaper in his hands behind himself, "I see."

Reginald sensed his movement and said with a displeased face, "What are you hiding?"

"It's the Brook's news, which was causing a great sensation, I didn't think you'd be interested in it."

Ben handed the newspaper forward to him.