Chapter 1291


    “Sure, I''ll send it to your cellphone, but boss,’ Jones couldn''t help but warn, "That town is pretty rough,


    quite the mix of folks. There''s a flea market there where you can find all sorts of rare stuff, so it attracts


    all kinds.


    Robberies aren''t umon. You could get robbed in the morning and again in the evening. It''s not


    exactly a rare urrence."


    Arabe raised her perfectly sculpted eyebrow at this. A ce that chaotic, really?


    “Boss, if you''re going to drive, don''t leave your purse in the passenger seat. It''s an easy target for a


    smash and grab. If you''re on foot, dress as in as you can. Avoid anything with a designer logo. It''s


    just asking for trouble."


    Arabe seemed intrigued by this, a wry smile ying on her lips. "Is it really that bad?"


    "No joke, boss. And don''t carry anything in your hands, especially not your phone. You''d be an easy


    target."


    Arabe just chuckled lightly, “That bad, huh?"


    "Boss, remember a few years back when I told you about a situation I had. You sent me to Dawnstar''s


    border for a job, and as I was driving through that town, a group of ragtag folks stopped my car. They


    surrounded the vehicle, asking for money. I didn''t have any change on me, and they threatened to


    damage the car, even break the mirrors. It really got under my skin! If it wasn''t for the fact that the job


    required me to keep a low profile, I would''ve given them a piece of my mind!"


    "And then?’ Arabe asked with a smirk.


    “Well, I showed them my piece and they backed off. But not before they broke my side mirror and


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    scratched up my car. It really ticked me off!"


    Arabe seemed to vaguely remember Jonesining about such an incident a few years ago.


    "Anyway, they''re just a bunch of thugs. Reporting them to the police doesn''t do much good. Thew


    enforcement there isx at best, so they''re pretty fearless."


    Jones paused, taking a deep breath, "Boss, even if you don''t unt your wealth, I''m still worried. Just


    by your looks, you''re bound to attract attention. I fear there will be a lot of people following you. If they


    just take your money it''s one thing, but if a group of brutes were to hold you down, frisk you,


    considering how beautiful you are."


    "Do you think they''ll hold me down?" Arabeughed, "Don''t worry, I''ll keep a low profile."


    “Why not ask Jack and the others toe along?"


    Jack was also in Dawnstar, helping Arabe interrogate a few men in ck, still no results.


    “If I can''t handle a small thing like this without calling him, then what''s the point in being the boss?


    Don''t worry, I can handle it. Goodbye."


    Arabe put away her phone and walked into the hospital room, saying to the bodyguards there, "I''m


    stepping out for a bit. Take care of my Grandpa."


    "Rest assured, Ms. Be, we''ll protect Mr. Darren with our lives if we have to."


    Arabe nodded, gave her grandpa a nce, and seeing his peaceful face, she finally left.


    Meanwhile.


    Gordon approached Bard, "Sir, our men have checked. Bowen, Arthur, and the other four maids, none


    of them have a wolf tattoo below their corbone"


    Bard''s eyes deepened. So they were not from that group.


    "I told you to get some rest. Why are you back here?"


    "Sir, I''ve rested from the morning till the afternoon. Five hours of sleep is enough. Thank you for your


    concern."


    Bard was surprised at his dedication, his impression of the young man increased, “What else did you


    find out?"


    "In the afternoon, I used some persuasive means. At first, they wouldn''t say anything, but when I


    threatened their families, one of the maids broke. She said they had all been taken care of by Mr. Elliot


    before, so they were willing to work for him."


    "Did you manage to find out where Elliot is hiding?" Bard asked calmly.