FULL NOVELXO Chapter 48
Chapter 48 Draven Is Suspicious
"Draven? How could he..."
Cierra frowned in regret.
She actually subconsciously found excuses for Draven because of Draven's answer tonight.
"If not him, who else could it be?"
William was a little dissatisfied.
After helping Harold apply the ointment, William frowned.
Cierra knew that she had said something wrong. "I'm sorry, William, and Harold. I didn't mean to speak up for Draven. I just..."
She did not know why her first reaction was to help Draven.
It was probably because they grew up together. She felt that Draven was not the kind of person who would not dare to admit to what he did.
Since Draven said that he did not send anyone to tail her abroad, she felt that it was true.
But even if it had nothing to do with Draven directly, she had to settle this score with him.
She could not forgive Draven.
Moreover, Draven only said that he had never done anything to her. Now that William and Harold were beaten, how could Cierra possibly stick up for Draven? Draven was very hostile to the Barton boys.
But no one blamed Cierra.
"It doesn't matter, Cierra."
Harold also put on his clothes and sat up on the sofa. His tone was much calmer than before.
"To be precise, it is indeed not Draven's style. However, it has something to do with him."
This
group
of gangsters left some things when they were fighting, including but not limited to their mobile phones.
On the way back, Harold had used these to investigate. The one who found them was not Draven, but someone else.
"Is it... Aleah?"
Cierra frowned.
But she quickly dismissed this idea.
Even if Aleah felt uncomfortable because of what happened tonight, Aleah's target should be her.
With the Boyle family's current status, provoking XR Entertainment would be a disaster for the Boyle family's company, let alone beating William and Harold up.
If Aleah really offended them, no matter how much Draven liked her, he would not let the Trevino family lose money.
Starting a company for Aleah and making her a superstar was already an expression of sincere love for Aleah. Did he have to support the Boyle family for her?
No matter how much Draven loved Aleah, he would not be stupid enough to be a sucker.
Harold also shook his head.
Harold turned on the computer on the table and turned to Cierra.
"The account is not from the Trevino family, nor is it from Aleah. It is an unfamiliar account. The IP who transferred the
money
is not in the country, and it is even constantly changing."
In other words, this was a premeditated siege.
This group of people did not bring anything with them. First, it was because of domestic security. Second, it was possible that the person behind them did not want them to do anything and just tried to warn William and Harold.
Even so, the faces of the people on the sofa were gloomy. Only Harold, who was typing rapidly on the keyboard, was slightly
better.
After Harold tapped the command, the rapidly jumping characters finally stopped after calculating.
"Through capturing these dynamic IPs, I found a clue, but the evidence is not sufficient. It is a probability problem.'
He translated the terminology and found that the address had a 60% probability of being in Washington, D.C., a 20% probability of being in New York, and a 20% probability of being overseas.
"If we choose to believe that it is in Washington, D.C., then we can find out which company the person behind this is from."
Harold marked it on the computer, and at the same time, he frowned.
This was a small company in Washington D.C. Compared to some of the mysterious families that could not be provoked over there, it was just nothing.
Strangely, the direct connection of this company was Draven.
That was why Harold said that this matter had something to do with Draven.
It seemed that someone had deliberately implicated
When Cierra saw this result, she was also confused.
Because there was no need for Draven to do this at all.
clues in Draven, but Harold could not find any other answers.
The Trevino family was in New York, the Barton family was in Los Angeles, the West family was in Chicago, and the Chester family was in Houston... Every city had the most powerful families, but they all tacitly did not provoke those centuries-old families in Washington D.C. Why would Draven take this risk? How many years had the Trevino Group been under his control?
The company that Harold found was not wrong.
"Who cares? We just need to find Draven."
The stalemate of contemplation was broken by William. He patted Harold on the back.
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"We can't let our brother get beaten up for nothing, right? Harold!"
Harold was in so much pain that his expression changed. "Get lost!"
William clicked his tongue. "You can't even endure this. You can train with me tomorrow. Don't keep staring at your stupid computer all day."
Their bickering also eased the atmosphere.
Cierra signed, "Alright, William, stop teasing Harold. Also, Coby just got off the plane not long ago. Let him rest for a while."
Coby's cold face revealed with a smile, "I'm fine."
"How about Harold? Cierra, he's already injured, but you don't care about him," William teased.
Cierra snorted, "Anyway, I'm tired. I don't want to continue arguing with you. I'll go wash up and rest first. Good night."
She yawned and walked upstairs, waving to them.
William left a room for her and prepared some clothes. Of course, there was no lack of daily necessities.
However, as soon as she went upstairs, she instantly straightened her back and looked excited.
If the person behind it was really Draven, it would be easy.
Nowadays, the Barton family might not be afraid of the Trevino family.
But if not him, who could it be?
At the same time, a big show was also playing in the Boyle's house.
However, it was about physical strength.
The woman's superior body line was reflected on the white gauze by the window, rising and falling to draw a dynamic and
beautiful picture.
After a long time, she raised her neck, and the light and shadow froze for a few seconds before slowly falling down.
"Sir, is it really okay? If they find me, Draven will not help the Boyle family..."
A sweet voice came out of Aleah's throat. Through the moonlight through the window, she was fascinated by the man lying
beside her.
He leaned against the pillow with his eyes narrowed. He wore a silver-gray mask that covered half of his face, revealing his chin, which was extremely similar to Draven.
This also made her want to take off this mask.
With this thought, she boldly stretched out her hand and slowly moved up along his sturdy chest.
However, before she could even touch his face, her slender wrist was grabbed by the man.
"Ah!"
Aleah cried out in pain, tears falling from her eyes. "Sir..."
Unfortunately, she did not get the man's tender feelings for her and was thrown to the side.
"Don't worry. They won't be able to find you."
The man put on his clothes and buttoned his shirt. His voice was cold.
Aleah rubbed her wrist. "You said that last time too, but then what? I still got caught by them. Even now there are people calling me names online.
"It didn't work once when you were abroad. Cierra is still alive and well!"
The man paused and suddenly smiled.
The silver mask glowed with a cold light under the moonlight.
"So, Ms. Boyle, are you blaming me?"