Thomas stopped walking. "That's right, sir. Want to buy? You can ask my employee."
"I want to buy all the products you sell," said Richard.
Thomas smiled. "I won't sell to you if there's a purpose you want to know about."
Thomas refuses to tell the truth about Carver's status to a man who looks like a spy. He was afraid he would tell the truth that if Carver and Violeth were lovers, Thomas was worried about Violeth's safety.
But Richard doesn't give up on getting data about Carver's current life, because it is Richard's current job as a detective spying on Carver's whereabouts.
"How about a million dollars?" Richard offered.
Actually Thomas was interested in the offer, a million dollars was not a small amount of money as he would have made a lot of money that day selling all the products, but to be honest he would never have wanted it for Violeth's safety, because Edward Fletcher was someone Thomas really respected.
"Sorry, I'm not even interested in ten million dollars." Thomas stepped out of the place. The door opened and shifted automatically, a few moments later Thomas was out of sight.
Richard held his head while walking among the crowds of malls without direction and purpose.
"Shit, that fellow won't tell the truth. I'm sure he must be hiding something," said Richard angrily, his pace quickening aimlessly.
But at least Richard remembered the number of the car Carver was in and the woman the driver was driving.
"That's a Land Rover. I have to remember the number." Richard stopped walking in front of the mini cafe, typed and saved the car number on his cell phone. "Don't forget, this could be my lead."
Since he was a bit dizzy from a very difficult problem to solve, Richard ordered a cup of coffee and some slices of bread.
Suddenly his cellphone rang.
"Mr. Jackson? He called me, my God...."
Richard: What's the matter, sir? I'll be going to the office in a bit.
Jackson: I didn't ask you to come here. But have you found any more clues?
Richard wasn't sure what to say, as it was pointless and only made Jackson angrier.
A female waitress handed him a cup of coffee and a few slices of brown bread on a small plate. Dedi immediately devoured and slowly drank the hot coffee while answering the phone from his boss.
Richard: Not yet, sir. But give me one month to find out Young Master Carver's status and get Carver to agree to live with you. But without making Young Master Carver suspect me.
Jackson : OK. Do your job well! Let the office be replaced by another employee.
Richard : Yes sir.
Tuutt ... tuutt ... tuutt ....
The phone is turned off by Jackson. Richard put his cell phone on the table where he rested for a while.
"I have to find out who that woman is."
"But didn't Young Master Carver say he was a street vendor? But how could he go out with a beautiful woman in such a fancy car?"
Richard continued to speculate as he swallowed his toast and slowly sipped his coffee.
"Or perhaps Young Master Carver already has a woman! But what is the status of that woman?"
**********
At the Fletcher residence....
Carver put all his groceries down.
"Carver, tomorrow night you need to look good and don't embarrass me in front of all my friends!" Violeth asked as she approached Carver and covered their bodies with a thick blanket.
"Okay, up to you," Carver said.
Violeth smiled mischievously, kissing Carver so gently it sounded like a kiss. Her eyes that narrowed slightly when she smiled added to her beauty.
Early in the morning at the Fletcher residence...
"Carver, have you showered yet?"
"Already." Carver sat on the edge of the bed watching Violeth enter the bathroom without closing the door.
"Get in the habit of closing the door when taking a shower!" said Carver.
"No need. I'm used to this," Violeth replied.
"It's dangerous if you take a shower anywhere other than your room without closing the door."
Violeth took off her clothes. "In any place other than this room, I always close the door. How can I show my body in a public place."
"Luckily so." Carver breathed a sigh of relief and let it out slowly.
"Carver, let's take a bath together!" Violeth asked with a knowing smile.
"I already showered. How can I shower again? I'm cold anyway." Carver pulled up the covers and wrapped them around himself to reassure Violeth.
"Let's get some warm water, dear Carver," Violeth said seductively.
"I am cold." Carver pulled back the blankets and looked cold. It was still half past six in the morning. If you look at the situation outside, the air is still a little foggy with morning dew.
Carver is a bit lazy when it comes to taking a bath with his wife. Carver wanted to chill a bit.
Carver chooses to refuse to protect his own health and mentality from a wife as lustful as a demoness.