Chapter 87: Moving, Butler_3

"That makes sense, that's it!"

"It must be this way!"

Wayne found a reason to comfort himself and was instantly overjoyed, "A third-rate spy, pah, a third-rate detective, who only knows how to buy merchandise and write trashy novels, wouldn't have such complex settings. I'm definitely overthinking this."

"Master Wayne, where should this suitcase be delivered?" the maid asked at the door.

"To the new house..."

A hitch in Wayne's heart led to a sudden surge of panic that his secret might be discovered. Waving his hand, he said, "Never mind, I'll take care of the suitcase myself. I'll clean the second and third floors personally, you go check the first-floor office for anything we might have missed."

Obeying his command, the maid left. Wayne was already sweating profusely, caught off guard by the sudden development. Although it had nothing to do with him, he couldn't help feeling guilty.