Chapter: 332

"Mr. Murphy, Miss Willis didn't explicitly ask for anything. What did she mean?" the assistant asked.

"She's asking for more than I can give right now," Shawn responded dismissively.

His expression hardened as he handed the documents to the assistant.

“Look into those involved in this project. Find anyone who was part of it at the time and bring them to me. I need to meet them in person," he commanded.

"Understood, Mr. Murphy," the assistant responded.

Soon after, based on the collected materials, Shawn's assistant located the project's former lead.

This man, now retired with grey hair, had left Hewitt Group long ago.

When the assistant arrived at his place, the man was tending to flowers in his garden, seemingly content with his Life.

"Are you Huntley Perry?" Shawn's assistant asked.

The man turned around with a spark of cunning in his eyes. “Yes, that's me. Who are you?"

"I need to speak with you. Do you have a moment to accompany me?" the assistant asked, his tone serious.

Huntley appeared a bit confused, but he wasn't intimidated. "I have time, but could you explain what this is about first? I'd Like to be prepared," he responded.

The assistant pulled out a stack of cash from his pocket and placed it on the nearby table. "You'll find out once we get there," he said firmly.

Huntley's eyes brightened at the sight of the money. “Of course, just let me grab my coat, and I'll be right with you," he responded, quickly taking the cash.

The assistant nodded, and minutes later, Huntley climbed into the car.

The assistant instructed the driver to head directly to Shawn's studio.

Unbeknownst to them, a black car parked near Huntley's house had an observer who immediately made a phone call.

“Mr. Hewitt, Huntley has been taken. Don't worry. Everything is in place. The old man is a cash hound. We won't be exposed," he informed.

With that, the call ended.

The man in the black car started the engine, ready to leave the neighborhood.

Everything was going as planned without anyone noticing.

Just then, Huntley gave the assistant a side glance. He ran his hand over the plush leather seat in the back seat as his eyes reflected a sharp greedy.

Shawn's assistant paid little mind to Huntley's fascination with the luxurious interior. After all, ordinary people rarely, if ever, had a chance to get into such a vehicle.

“When you meet Mr. Murphy, just answer his questions honestly," the assistant advised Huntley. “If you tell the truth, I'll give you extra money."