Mick Simmons frowned and glanced at Jeffrey Locke and Joe Locke, who were still kneeling on the ground, and said indifferently, "Get up and sit aside, don't be an eyesore."
"Thank you, Mr. Simmons."
Joe Locke stood up, helped his father to a nearby sofa, and both father and son bowed their heads, not even daring to breathe heavily.
The Simmons brothers exchanged glances, silent, as their gaze settled back on the dyed Daffodil.
For a moment, the study was so quiet it was eerie.
After a while, Ethan Locke walked in with his head drooping, glanced fearfully at Mick Simmons, then quickly lowered his gaze again.
Seeing him like this, Mick Simmons knew there had been no progress on his end, and casually asked, "Well, what have you found out?"
Ethan Locke moved his mouth, let out a sigh, and then said, "Nothing... I found nothing."
At that, it was Mick Simmons's turn to be surprised, and he asked curiously, "Someone sneaked into the Locke family and wasn't caught on surveillance?"
