Chapter 1182 - 1182

Where is Dirk Carter at this moment?

He is already waiting in a hotel room in Argentum.

Four hours ago, he contacted Anton Lewis, the secretary of Bohdan Sherwood.

Anton said the leader was busy and might need a while.

And so he waited, for more than four hours.

He watched as the sky outside gradually darkened.

Dirk's enthusiasm waned.

He thought perhaps Bohdan Sherwood might not have time today.

He could understand why.

Being on the verge of taking a top position, he was undoubtedly swamped with official duties.

And as his stomach started to rumble in protest.

He thought he might as well go downstairs to grab something to eat.

Just as he exited the hotel door.

He observed a group of men in black suits getting out of a car, their posture suggesting they were professional security.

Immediately afterward.

A Maybach stopped at the hotel's entrance.

The group of men in black rushed over to secure the car door.

The door opened.

A man wearing a baseball cap and a mask stepped out.

Without any pause.

Under the protection of the men in black, he quickly walked into the hotel.

Could he be a celebrity?

Dirk was pondering this when suddenly the mysterious figure entering the hotel seemed to sense something, stopped, and turned with a glance toward the outside.

The direction he looked in.

Was exactly where Dirk was standing.

The others were in the light, while he was in the dark, so naturally, he couldn't see him.

But that glance back.

Gave Dirk a chill.

The man's silhouette...

Why does it seem so familiar?

Even though his face wasn't visible, it felt like he'd seen him somewhere before.

The man scanned the area.

After confirming there was nothing unusual.

He hurriedly got on the elevator, disappearing from sight.

Dirk took a few steps forward.

Suddenly.

A shiver ran down his spine.

He abruptly looked back at the hotel lobby.

Cold sweat broke out all over him in an instant.

Elston Houseman!

That man was Elston Houseman!

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Elston Houseman had already been arrested, though not yet sentenced, his arrest was a cold, hard fact, an individual stripped of freedom, so how could he appear in this hotel?

Could he have been mistaken?

Just as he hesitated.

A Rolls-Royce passed by him.

The black-suited men who had just been at the entrance swiftly approached.

After the car stopped steadily.

The back door opened automatically.

A small, skinny man got out of the car.

One of the black-suited men politely shook hands with this diminutive man, engaging in an enthusiastic conversation.

Then, under the guidance of the black-suited man.

The small man also walked into the hotel.

Dirk, sensing something peculiar.

Forgot about eating.

Hurriedly returned to the hotel.

Just as the three black-suited men and the small man stepped into the elevator, about to close the doors, Dirk reached out to stop them.

The lead black-suited man noticed.

Became immediately wary.

Said to Dirk, "Take the next one."

"Why? There is still space available here, isn't there?"

Dirk questioned.

The black-suited man's anger was just about to flare.

Barked, "I told you to take the next one, so take the next one, no need for so much chatter."

"Alright, I'll let it be,"

Dirk did not argue further.

Instead, he let go.

Mumbled under his breath, "We're all guests, why so arrogant?"

The elevator door had already closed.

There was naturally no one to argue with him.

He stood his ground, watching the elevator stop on the tenth floor.

Then turned and left the hotel lobby.

At that moment, his heart pounded erratically.

Because, in those few simple sentences, Dirk had seen the face of the diminutive man.

It was a familiar face.

The small man was none other than the founder of The Astral Sect, Ron Linden.

Due to investigating The Astral Sect.

Dirk had specifically looked into Ron Linden's details.

He had seen his photos and was absolutely certain about the face.

How could Elston Houseman secretly meet with Ron Linden of The Astral Sect?

Could it be he was also a "Believer" of The Astral Sect?

Or was it that the Houseman Family and The Astral Sect were plotting something?

The more he thought about it, the more unsettling it felt.

Just then, his phone rang, and upon checking the number, it was Anton Lewis calling.

...

Half an hour later.

Under Anton's guidance, Dirk walked into Bohdan Sherwood's living room.

At this moment.

Bohdan Sherwood was already seated on the sofa, reading a newspaper.

Upon hearing footsteps.

He lifted his gaze.

His face immediately broke into a smile, putting down the newspaper, he waved to Dirk and said, "Dirk, come, have a seat."

After Dirk cautiously sat down across from him.

Anton brought over a freshly brewed cup of tea.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, I had five or six meetings this afternoon, it's given me a headache..."

Bohdan Sherwood said leisurely.

Dirk immediately waved his hand and said, "No problem, I'm sure you're very busy, it was rather abrupt of me to come."

"Hahaha... don't be so formal, relax, it's not your first time here anyway."

Bohdan Sherwood reassured.

Hearing this, Dirk.

Began to relax slightly.

Pausing, he said, "Leader, I came this time about Jinn Goodman, Director Goodman's matter."

Bohdan Sherwood was just about to take a sip from his cup.

Upon hearing this.

Paused his action.

Put down the cup.

Soberly said, "Go ahead."

Dirk recounted everything he had experienced recently, without omitting any detail.

Including today's brush with death in the early hours.

During his narrative.

Bohdan Sherwood didn't interrupt him.

After he finished speaking.

Bohdan Sherwood fell into deep thought.

After about a ten-second pause.

Bohdan Sherwood said, "Dirk, Jinn Goodman's matter, let it be, no need to investigate further. As for Adonis Forrest's issue, I'll have someone look into it."

"No need to investigate?"

Dirk was taken aback at this statement.

During their first meeting here, Bohdan Sherwood had told him Jinn Goodman's story, and even then asked him to investigate the case if possible.

Now, just when there were leads on this old unresolved case.

How could it suddenly be dropped?

Bohdan Sherwood nodded.

Said, "Let bygones be bygones, Megan doesn't have much time left, I only want her to peacefully enjoy her remaining time, if she finds out about all this chaos, it could worsen her condition."

So that's the reason.

The decision Bohdan Sherwood made was for Megan Goodman.

Dirk nodded.

Said, "Understood, Leader."

Just as he finished speaking.

From the stairs suddenly came a familiar voice, "No, we must investigate, no matter what, we must catch the culprit who killed my parents, they must be brought to justice!"

That voice.

Startled Bohdan Sherwood as well.

He and Dirk almost simultaneously stood up, looking toward the stairs.

There, at the foot of the stairs.

A woman in pajamas, looking somewhat haggard, gracefully walked down.

Who else but Megan Goodman?