Although Bai Hao and Blue Blade had already guessed the end of Lucas's trip, the guess was just a guess after all, and it would take a certain amount of time and energy to make some preparations if they wanted to verify it.

It is said that experimentation is the only criterion for testing truth, so it is essential to verify your guesses before making any decisions.

"You go to the hypnotic front desk, I'll go to the monitoring room. ”

After glancing at the layout behind the revolving glass door, Bai Hao touched the pistol in his pocket and felt the blood all over his body begin to boil.

"Okay, I'll look for you in the monitoring room when I get back. ”

Blue Blade smiled and did not refuse Bai Hao's proposal.

Although he came to Las Vegas this time to rely on Bai Hao's personal bodyguard by Bai Hao's side, Blue Blade also knew very well that the kid beside him was not a hairy boy who was powerless.

As the son of a white madman who has been trained and trained by himself, although Bai Hao's hand is not as dangerous as that he has exercised in life and death, it is no problem to protect himself under ordinary circumstances.

What's more, Blue Blade has armed his sweetheart almost from head to toe to the teeth.

After a rough plan of action, Blue Blade and Bai Hao collapsed into the rotating glass gate together, and parted ways at the entrance gate, walking in opposite directions.

"Hello, I would like to ask. I'm going to get to Mr. Tristan, how do I get there? I don't know what floor he's on......."

Blue Blade smiled and walked over to the girl who was sitting behind the front desk of the office building playing with her phone, and her ice-blue eyes suddenly began to spin.

On the 32nd floor of the office building, little Evans led his Uncle Lucas to the Queen's reception room, and after beckoning a little assistant to pour tea for the guests, he walked up the stairs alone and walked in the direction of the top floor.

After being examined by the bodyguards, William Evans greeted the others as he walked in the direction of Mr. Owen's office.

"Is Mr. Owen in the office?

"Yes. Just came back from a bit of indoor golf. However, it seems that Mr. is not in a very good mood today. ”

The tall bodyguard, known as Brandon, followed Evans Jr., and the two of them made their way through a long corridor to the innermost room.

"That's a shame. I have some personal details for today, Mr. Owen, for help......"

Little Evans sighed heavily, unabashedly from his thoughts.

As a smart man, Evans Jr. had always been very aware that those bodyguards were Mr. Owen's men. No matter how good the relationship is, it is also for Mr. Owen's sake.

Now that he has decided to bring Uncle Lucas to O

In front of Mr., then it is impossible, and there is no need to hide it from these people around Mr. Owen.

"Do you have a personal matter that you would like to ask Mr. Ou Wen for help?"

The bodyguard brother who followed little Evans to see the boss unexpectedly looked at the young man beside him, his eyes as if he had seen a ghost.

"It was a friend of my father. I'm embarrassed, but ...... Our family still owes him a favor, so it's really hard to refuse. ”

Little Evans said a little shyly, very subtly changing the concept of the whole thing.

If nothing else, his words will surely reach Mr. Owen's ears. Then saying this will definitely show your affectionate and righteous side.

The important thing is that if Uncle Lucas does do something bad to Mr. Owen in the future, he will also get rid of it.

After all, I agreed to meet the other party in order to repay the favor. In this way, even if something happens, it will be much lighter to be held responsible.

Thinking like this, little Evans couldn't help but think of his father again, thinking of the father who always felt that he didn't know the severity and was careless, and he wanted to put his clever way of dealing with it in front of the other party's eyes for his father to see.

I am no longer a child, and I am already a person who can support my family. But why did my father still hold on to himself and not trust the decisions he made?

"I see. ”

Brandon laughed, and his narrowed eyes were filled with understanding.

"But it doesn't matter, the boss's mood is not bad enough to see people. Of course, this is after the advance appointment is approved. ”

Blanton said this, thinking back to the night before when he had suddenly found someone in the room.

Although after seeing off the uninvited guests, Mr. Owen did not blame them for the security of the bodyguards. But for Blanton, what happened at night really made him break out in a cold sweat.

Even in the next work, I was conscientious and did not dare to make any more mistakes.

So, as long as it doesn't suddenly pop up in the boss's room, there shouldn't be any problems, right?

Blanton thought so, and added a sentence next to the young man he liked, signaling little Evans not to be overly nervous.

"Thank you. So I'm in?"

At the door of Mr. Owen's office, William Evans Jr. nodded goodbye to his old friend, knocked on the door, and after recalling what Mr. Lucas had told him, he pushed open the door and walked in?

"Good morning, Mr. Owen. Today's accounts of yesterday's blockade have been counted. There is also a purchase slip and invitation list for the Night of the Gambler. If there are no problems after you read it, I will arrange it immediately......"

Little Evans stood respectfully at his desk and watched as Mr. Owen heard his words and gently slid the chair back, peeking his head out from behind the computer monitor.

"It's fast, William. I'm most relieved to leave the matter over there to you. ”

Mr. Owen said, swiping through the few documents he had received, and smiled kindly.

See Owen's smile.

Little Evans, who was nervous when Brandon told him that his boss was in a bad mood, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and was full of complaints in his heart about the old brother who had ventilated him.

The boss is not in a good mood? Is Brother Blanton looking bad in his eyes? Where is the boss in a bad mood now!

Wait for Mr. Owen to submit the papers, read them all, and listen to some important reports that are blocking the scene. Little Evans, who was supposed to leave, finally found an opportunity to talk about his personal affairs and opened his mouth to Mr. Owen.

"One more thing, Mr. Owen. It's a friend of my father......"

Mr. Owen, who was sitting behind his desk, looked up, and his serious gaze suddenly made little Evans feel a kind of pressure to be careless.

“…… Our family owes him a favor......"

Little Evans said with a hard head, and there was an illusion in his heart that Mr. Owen had seen through himself and knew all the careful thoughts in his heart. The voice of the voice couldn't help but get quieter and quieter.

"He said he wanted to see Mr. Owen on important matters, you. Do you have time?"