The very next second, just as Greg Jensen was about to take his leave, Wren Webb stammered out a seemingly irrelevant sentence, appearing embarrassed and looking much like a child who had done something wrong.
Greg Jensen couldn't help but say, "Mr. Webb, there's no need for subtlety between us! Say whatever you have to say outright!"
"I... I only realized last night that the stock share agreement you signed with me has... has disappeared again!"
Wren Webb sighed heavily, showing great helplessness, "I've checked everywhere I could, but no matter what, I can't find it! I suspect that someone has stolen the agreement again!"
Honestly, he had never dreamed that the just-acquired stock share agreement would vanish into thin air once more.
He had securely placed the item in a safe which nobody could open without the password, a password that nobody besides him knew.
Even if there was a thief in the house, it was impossible to steal anything under his watch.
