Found

Opening up the villa, everywhere looks squeaky clean. There is no sign of an occupants except for the cleaners who just come to clean and go everything is normal.

Walking up the stairs, Greg searches every room, wardrobe to find any sign of the goods but there is nothing.

Climbing back down the stairs, Greg hears a squeaky sound coming from the stairs, earlier because he was in a rush he didn't notice. Looking at the stairs he realizes that under stairs looks like it had been tampered with.

Not wasting time with a pick axe he breaks the small compartment beneath the stairs. Lo and behold, there are a lots of boxes which are the missing goods of JJC Ltd and had been packed into the small place. All the goods were loaded into the the cargo trucks and safely transported off the property.

Greg sighs in relief but there is one problem how the goods will safely land in the hands of the right owner without been traced back to them.

That same night, Mr Bruce Jones having exhausted all his connections resort to his last hope. A friend very hideous in nature, outwardly looks harmless but the direct opposite in the dark.

On his way to visit this friend, an accident occurs. They are intercepted on the road. After a hot chase both parties find themselves in a dark area.

Scouting the area, a man satisfied by himself steps down from the car and walk towards Mr Jones car. Although old, very witty and cunning as they say is not intimidated one bit. He remains seated as he watches the man walk up to his door.

Oww! True they say, you are a really a cunning oldie. Unfortunately, I just came on an errand and don't have much time to spare else I would have loved to go a few rounds with you.

Looking up at him, Mr Jones realizes he had a disguise on even though he is a bit shaken by the sudden occurrence there is no trace on his face.

He calmly replies, sure Mr.... I guess it makes both of us .

The man drops a brown envelope and storms off in his car.

Knowing full well the opponent didn't come for his head, Mr Bruce directly opens the envelope.

In the envelope where pictures of the goods moved into Cloudside villa, the people in the pictures all looked unfamiliar to him.

Enraged, Mr Bruce Jones makes some calls then returns home still fuming.

As his enters the house he hears voices coming from the hall. Entering the hall, Greg stands up the moment he sees him at the door.

Hmph.....Mr Bruce hissed, speaking of the devil. What are you doing here? Greg being quick witted realizes the old man before him already knew the situation but just half of it.

Going straight to the point,..I came to see you Sir.

Mr Bruce not wanting to cause a scene invites him to his study. What brings you here Mr Greg Bostos. Sensing the hostility, Greg goes straight to the point.

After telling him everything, from his personal investigations to the Intel and at present all his goods were intact and at his warehouse.

Looking at him carefully, he realizes the young man before him is being honest not fretting at all. On an account of going through the hassle to help him find the goods he chooses to let it go.

Even though this situation has been resolved, Greg still wants to know why he is the target while Mr Bruce Jones thinks he has found a befitting son- in-law for his beautiful daughter Lena.