Chapter 385 Two Idiots
Cory and Carlo guarded the outer perimeter of the courtyard in the still of the night. With the previous experience, they did not dare to get too close this time.
Only after the sky darkened and even the streetlights were turned off did they dare to approach the small courtyard cautiously.
Cory could confirm that something was off with this courtyard. Therefore, no matter the cost, he must enter the courtyard today and investigate the situation inside before making further decisions.
He had already arranged for some professionals in the Duncans to study and find a way to crack the lock on the fence. They were certain to win today.
Seeing Cory not move for a long time, Carlo couldn’t help but whisper, ” What’s going on? It’s been so long. Didn’t you say you already cracked it?”
Just after Carlo finished speaking, Cory reached out and pushed the door. The door was opened smoothly.
“Hey, didn’t you already open it? Don’t be such a drag!”
As Carlo strolled in grandly, Cory was at a loss to explain the situation to this fool. Because he never cracked the lock in the first place!
Carlo had already gone in. Although Cory despised Carlo, he couldn’t just watch Carlo venture into danger alone. He hastily followed him as well.
The two slowly approached the small wooden cottage. They exchanged a knowing glance, silently understanding each other’s thoughts.
They went up the stairs simultaneously, with one on the left and one on the right. On the second floor of the small cottage, there were a total of three rooms. The two adjacent rooms were occupied by Branden and Catherine, respectively.
Having been sleeping peacefully in bed, Catherine suddenly opened her eyes when the faint sound of movement downstairs reached her ears.
Her gaze was icy and sharp like two well -honed blades, ready to draw out at any moment. After a moment, her eyes regained their usual coolness.
She lay on the bed calmly, completely disregarding the impending threat. It was late at night. No one could stop her from getting a good night’s sleep.
The second floor was quiet without the slightest movement. Cory gestured toward Carlo, and the two took out mini flashlights, ready to search for useful clues.
Cory discovered a desk ahead, with many files spread out on top. Just as he was about to examine the documents, suddenly, his hand froze with his entire nerves tense and his adrenaline soaring instantly.
A cold and hard object was pressing against his lower back at this moment. Years of training enabled Cory to know what weapon was pressed against his lower back without even turning around.
He put down what he was holding and raised his hands high to show that he surrendered. Waiting for the opponent to relax a little, he quickly seized the opportunity and counterattacked fiercely.
Cory initially thought he would strike with absolute precision, but unexpectedly, he was no match for his opponent. Feeling utterly astonished, Cory was once again subdued.
He could not believe such a skilled expert would be hiding in this small cottage. He knew he was finished. Having failed once, he would never have another chance. He would rather die than provide any valuable information to the other party.
When Cory was hesitating about how to finish himself, suddenly…
The light was turned on with a “pop,” illuminating the room with bright light.
“Carlo, Cory, why on earth are you here?”
Hearing the voice from Paxton, Cory was taken aback and turned around abruptly. They met each other’s eyes. The intimidating and domineering look in Paxton’s fierce gaze caused Cory to kneel in fear immediately.
“No wonder that I couldn’t win. It turned out that the one who fought me was my boss,” said Cory inwardly.
“Sir, I’m sorry!”
Carlo was also at a loss as he looked at the familiar faces.
“Sir, why is it you?”
They calculated repeatedly but never expected that the person in the small courtyard would be their boss.
Just as they were confused about what was happening, a sudden, cold voice broke the deadlock.
“Have you had enough of this farce?”
They looked toward the sound while Catherine leaned against the door in her thin nightgown, gazing coldly at everyone.
Branden furrowed his brow and strode forward, pushing back Cory as he positioned himself in front of Catherine, blocking all lines of sight.
“Did it disturb your rest?” he asked.
Upon hearing the gentle voice of Branden, both Carlo and Cory, who were unaware of the situation, were frightened to the point of trembling.
“Oh my! Is this the voice of the boss?” thought they.
Catherine gave a disdainful look at Branden and nodded in displeasure. Branden felt sorry for Catherine being disturbed during her rest. He bent down and carried her in his arms, saying, “Come on. I’ll take you back to sleep!”
Catherine was his precious. He got all worried if she took just one more step. As Paxton and the others remained in place, unsure of their next course of action, they suddenly heard a cold and commanding voice coming from up ahead.
“Get lost and do handstands downstairs!”
Upon hearing Branden’s order for punishment, the three did not dare to hesitate and immediately rushed downstairs. They each found a suitable spot, lined up in a row, and stood upside down against the wall on their hands.
Branden gently placed Catherine on the bed and was about to withdraw his hand. Unexpectedly, Catherine exerted sudden force and dragged him into the bed with a flip.
Before he could react, Catherine leaned over on both her hands and feet, murmuring, “Don’t move. Be my pillow!”
She hadn’t noticed it before, but ever since she got used to sleeping in Branden’s apartment, she always felt something was off whenever she came back here.
Catherine originally intended to endure it. After all, it was only for two days. However, Branden unexpectedly arrived here at night. Since he was already here, there was no point in wasting the opportunity.
Branden laughed quietly and subtly adjusted his position to make Catherine comfortable. It wasn’t easy to fall back asleep after being suddenly awakened. Catherine leaned against Branden and chatted aimlessly with him.
“Who are those two funny idiots!” she asked.
“Their behavior was laughable,” said Catherine inwardly. Branden didn’t expect the two men he arranged to investigate Dr. Seven to sneak in here.
“They are all Duncans’ Shadow Guards members, just like Paxton Duncan.”
It turned out that they were all members of the Duncans. Once Catherine found out they were not enemies, she had no intention of further questioning.
Just like Branden didn’t bother investigating her identity, she couldn’t be bothered to dig into the hidden force behind Branden, either. It was so tiresome to explore all those things.
Seeing that she did not seem inclined to further questioning, Branden gently patted her arm as if soothing a child to sleep.
“Be good and sleep. I will tell you about the matter tomorrow!” said Branden.
Catherine obediently closed her eyes. Having someone taking care of her while she slept was quite pleasant. She was truly enjoying it.
The people upstairs had already turned off their lights and gone to bed. Only then did the people downstairs dare to whisper.
As the only innocent party implicated, Paxton was full of complaints. “What’s wrong with you two? How did you end up investigating here and getting me involved? Fortunately, Miss Swann didn’t pursue it. Otherwise, you would have been finished!”
Branden used to have a violent and ruthless personality, being aloof and indifferent. He had become so ruthless to protect Catherine now that the word “inhuman “would not do him justice.
It was indeed a thrilling moment just now. Carlo’s curiosity was instantly piqued. He leaned against the wall as he moved toward Paxton. “Paxton, what’s going on? Who is that Miss Swann upstairs?”
