In the study, the two men were also discussing matters concerning the Hawthorne Family.
"According to the information I received, the item that can command this army is indeed missing, and it hasn't fallen into the hands of Weston Hawthorne's son or his daughter. If it had truly fallen into their hands, they would inevitably eliminate the other side and wouldn't have hesitated for so long. They must be wary of each other."
"So, does that mean when Weston Hawthorne died, he didn't hand over the item to anyone? Or is it just missing? Or did he place it somewhere else?" Jared Quinn squinted his eyes.
"It seems that way," Harold Chapman said, "I also sent people to search for it."
"Mm."
Melody Thorne, in a confused state of sleep, felt warmth on her back and was pulled into a warm embrace. The familiar scent made her instinctively close her legs, and she murmured drowsily, "Jared Quinn, not today."
A man's low chuckle came from above, "Mm, go back to sleep."
