"Send me the photo and let me have a look. Keep investigating and inform me of any updates. Oh, and lend me your retired mercenaries for a bit."
"No problem." Mason Hawkins seemed to agree, but then he realized something was wrong, "Hey, wait, are you treating me like one of your subordinates or what?"
Daniel Cooper chuckled lightly, "I wouldn't dare to boss around Mr. Hawkins, the young master. How about dinner at the Golden Myrtle tonight?"
"That's more like it."
After hanging up the phone, Daniel glanced at the time and was about to go downstairs to prepare breakfast when the phone rang again.
Why was everyone calling so early in the morning?
He frowned and answered. It was Nathan Taylor's voice, sounding a bit urgent, "Mr. Cooper, Madam met a man last night."
