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Elliot seemed to have remembered something and instructed Lionel, “Notify the National Investigation Bureau to make an arrest. Capture Kyron. I want to interrogate him personally.”

“Huh?” Lionel did not immediately catch on, saying, “Elliot, out of these three people, Kyron hasn’t shown any suspicious behavior at all.”

Elliot remained unwavering. “Arrest Kyron. I won’t repeat it a third time.”

Looking at the pictures, they all thought Skye was in bed. Hence, they believed that someone must have relocated Skye from the bar to a nearby hotel and invited some women to stage provocative

shots.

However, the photos did not show a complete bed, only glimpses of white pillows and sheets,

To the average person, the immediate assumption would be intimate bedroom photos.

He glanced down at Sheena in his arms, deciding to share any thoughts with her first.

“Nana, the online photos might not be bedroom shots; they could have been taken in the bar’s private

room.

“While reviewing the surveillance footage, I noticed that everyone in Room 3805 left after 2 a.m. last night. Kyron, however, left casually after 7.30 a.m., and during the missing half–hour, he likely called in the women for a staged shoot.”

Skye, after hearing this analysis, was about to explode again.

“Kyron? He’s usually humble and reasonable, and he even did charity with us. I never expected such a two–faced person! Hurry and catch him! I’ll personally skin him alive!”

Watching him lose his temper yet have no outlet to vent his anger, Sheena shook her head with a helpless smile.

“Skye, it’s better to think about how to explain things to Grandpa Francis. Your phone’s been off, and he’s been looking for you. If he can’t cool down, you might be in for a beating when you get home.”

Skye shivered at the thought.

He was just lashed with a belt a moment ago, and now it seemed like he was in for more pain. Moreover, returning to the Zimmer family meant facing a dead end and impending doom.

Skye hurriedly ran to Sheena and Elliot, pleading for mercy.

“Sheena, you must help me this time! If I go home, I won’t survive, and you won’t see this cute and handsome little puppy anymore! I won’t be able to help you earn money!”

His pleading words prompted an icy glare from Elliot.

“She has me. There’s no need for a troublesome pup like you. You signed an artist contract. If you

can’t bring benefits to the company, it’s better to beat you up.”

Skye pouted and looked at Sheena indignantly. “Sheena, can’t you control him a little?”

Sheena stifled a laugh, teasing him, “I don’t know about the rest, but you do love causing trouble!”

Seeing Skye’s miserable expression, Sheena quickly became serious. “Alright, just kidding. Don’t worry, I’ll figure something out with Grandpa Francis for you.”

As soon as those words were spoken, Elliot carried Sheena, walked away, and quickly got into the car.

Skye immediately followed suit.

While Lionel needed time to apprehend Kyron, the three waited in the car.

During the wait, Elliot went to a nearby place and bought fresh–cut fruits, feeding Sheena bite by bite.

Skye approached, wedging himself between the driver and passenger seats.

“Mr. Jenkins, those fruits look good. I’m thirsty too, and it’s a good idea to sober up a bit.”

Elliot fiercely slapped Skye’s hand and looked at him with a cold gaze.

“This is Nana’s. If you want some, go buy it yourself.”

Skye pouted and muttered a few words under his breath, cursing Elliot. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Unfazed, Elliot paid no attention to Skye’s resentful gaze, his eyes fixed on Sheena as he continued to

feed her.

He handed her a plump and juicy strawberry. Sheena took a bite, leaving only a third. “Nana, is it delicious?”

“It is!.”