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Chapter 137: Connections and Schemes The vast library in Morgan's mansion always seemed like the best and most ideal place for private conversations that would never be discovered. And it wasn’t just Morgan who thought so. Davis, now seated in a soft leather armchair, watched Liara and Maya sitting in front of him on another sofa, both with suspicious looks directed at him. Davis, by no means, would be considered an ally for them. “Well... at least you two can tell me everything from the beginning,” he sighed, clasping his fingers and fixing them with a sharp gaze.

Davis asked when he didn't see Albert went out. The two just shrugged off after looking over their shoulders and glanced at his room. When Mr. Davis went to his room, he saw a note on the side table saying, 'Went to the Library'. He curled up a satisfying smile before he went out of his room. "Albert indeed is always an early riser. He already went to the library. Let's have breakfast first!" Mr. Davis announced. "Coach, we're not exactly breakfast eaters!" Edward uttered as he squinted his eyes.

He got to a two-story building located at the rear end of the street painted lemon green with cream color with a beautiful garden close to it and no gate. They are many benches where a lot of people most especially lovers also couples are chit-chatting clinging to each other...... He stopped and stared closely at the building and saw boldly written word on it, "DAISY'S LIBRARY" "Wow, A library almost close to an amusement park" "This is incredible" he shouted joyfully allowing people to stare at him weirdly... He mouthed"I'm sorry" to them as he walked towards the entrance and abruptly stopped remembering about his sister's whereabouts, Davina...

MIRA Mr Davis asked me a personal question on a Tuesday, which was notable because in four weeks of morning check-ins he had asked me nothing personal whatsoever. He had asked me about medication interactions and whether certain foods affected his blood pressure and once, in a moment of unexpected candour, whether I thought the physiotherapist assigned to him was actually qualified or simply enthusiastic. But nothing personal. Until Tuesday. I had just finished his morning reading with good numbers, the best of the week, and I was making a note of it when he said, from behind his newspaper, with the studied casualness of a man who has been working up to something and would like to appear as

She leaned slightly closer to him. “What are you doing here?” she asked in a low voice. Davis shrugged, completely at ease as he picked up another snack and tossed it into his mouth. “Mrs. Gladdis brought me here,” he said casually. “She told the maid to give me snacks while I wait for her.” Ivana blinked, her confusion deepening. “Really?” she asked, her voice dropping slightly. “She actually did that?” Davis nodded, still chewing. “Yes. She said when I’m done, I should come up to her room and help her with something.”

He leads me to a doorway and opens it so I can take a look inside. Inside, is a medium sized room, long with a screen at one end and rows of reclining seats. I can feel Davon’s body behind me, his breath down my neck. “Cinema room. Every Saturday night we have a film on.” I nod and turn back to him. “Pretty cool.” Davon steps back and closes the door behind us and leads us down another hallway. These hallways seem endless, and in no time at all I had seen the indoor swimming pool, the bar, the gym, and best of all the library. A house with a bloody library. Bookshelves upon bookshelves of beautiful books. “I must say this is my favorite room so far.” I run my fingers over the spines of some

Arsen hesitated, then asked, “May I know why?” “I just want to make sure that mini-library donation is actually being used,” Daven replied coolly. “Besides, there’s no harm in a donor visiting a place he’s contributed to, is there? If possible, I’d also like to speak with the head of the foundation. Can you arrange that?” Arsen paused, studying him for a moment before giving a slow nod. He already knew who Daven meant—Chase Miller. And if Daven was referring to someone without mentioning the name directly... it only meant one thing: he was being cautious.

Book 2: Chapter 48 At the Lane’s Mansion. Davis had just finish with his dinner, aided by his crutch; he limped back to his office, leaving his wife to the hospitality of her guests. Arriving at his office, his phone beside his laptop kept beeping, vibrating hard to notify the tons of messages falling in. Davis hastened over, picking the phone up and instantly checking out all he has missed. He already has missed calls from the deputies working together with the FBIs to find Theodore wherever he ran too.

"Alexander is in the library. He’s waiting for the official introduction." "Great," David muttered. He pulled me through the crowd. "Come on. Let’s get this over with." We walked down a long hallway lined with art that probably cost more than my life’s earnings. David stopped at a set of double mahogany doors. He took a deep breath, fixing his tie. "Remember," he whispered. "Smile." He pushed the doors open. The library was dim, smelling of old paper, sandalwood, and… bourbon. My heart skipped a beat. That smell.

I took the notebook and said with a bright smile on my face, "I'll return it by this evening. Thank you again pretty girl." She gave a thumbs up with a smile on her face. During the break hour, I came to the library in search of books related to the lecture notes given by Mr Davis. It was one of those rare times where the library was not too crowded. The librarian had been kind enough to give me my own section. I found a book on the topic for tomorrow's test and sat down at a table for myself. After some time, I began to get lost in my thoughts when I felt a tap on my shoulder.