Seeing that Amosta Bryan and Kingsley both looked at her, and the heavy pressure in her eyes made Louise Adele shrink her shoulders in fear, she was in a trance for a moment, and then, immediately realized, what they might have arranged for herself,

"I'm not staying here!"

Although the two men in front of her belonged to the secret agency of the government, Louise still cried out indignantly,

"I'm going to Italy, I'm going to find out the bastard who killed Fraser and send them to prison, he's my brother, I have to do it!"

Kingsley frowned, but instead of expressing an opinion, he looked at Amosta Blaine.

"You should understand, Louise, that we are dealing with a bunch of vicious villains who do all kinds of evil--"

Amosta said calmly,

"As the investigation progresses, we will inevitably have to fight them, which is very dangerous for you without training, so I suggest you are better off staying here. Trust us, we're going to get these people out, and we're going to make the people who killed Fraser pay. ”

"No, you don't have the right to do that!"

Louise yelled indignantly, and she turned away from Amosta and Kingsley, and picked up a spoon from her plate and gestured at them.

"You don't have the right to order me to stay here, even if you're an agent, oh, two gentlemen, this kind of behavior is illegal house arrest, if you dare to do so, I will expose your illegal behavior in the newspapers!"

Amosta always looked at Louise with calm eyes, this kind of gaze that did not mix any emotions made Louise worry for a while, but she still responded to Amosta's gaze firmly to show her determination,

"I don't need to be with you, I'm a reporter, I have my own way of digging for clues, but you can't imprison me here, I can't!"

Louise looked resolute.

Kingsley's thick lips moved, and there was a pang of helplessness in his heart.

This Muggle girl had no idea what she was up against, she was facing a completely unknown world, facing a group of vicious dark wizards who dared to make Muggles into corpses, and if it weren't for Mr. Bryan being here, even if he faced this group of dangerous guys, he would need to apply for support from the Ministry.

"It doesn't make sense, Louise—" Amosta shook her head.

"No point?!"

Louise had resentment in her eyes, and she exclaimed angrily,

"Investigating the murderer of my own brother, is this meaningless?"

Louise failed to grasp the meaning of Amosta's words.

Amosta looked at Louise with teeth and claws, her eyes were deep, and although Louise was intimidated by a special temperament that lingered around Amosta, she didn't give an inch, the two sides were deadlocked, and the room fell silent for a while.

"I'm getting out of here!"

Louise's eyes froze, and she was a little disappointed in the Amosta Bryan whom she had been very fond of at first sight, and she turned her head and walked to the hanger, picked up her coat and put it on her arm, and then, without hesitation, prepared to leave the room.

"Wait--"

Amosta finally spoke, and under Louise's wary gaze, he said in a slow tone, "Are you determined to investigate this, Louise?" ”

It was obvious that Louise did not answer, but slipped her hand into her coat pocket, which contained some of the knick-knacks she had prepared to protect herself before she left for Cokworth last night.

"Okay, you can come with us, Kingsley, can you please help with the plane tickets, our original travel plans need to be changed, we hope we can taste authentic pasta for dinner-"

Amosta nodded slowly.

Before Louise could show surprise, Kingsley's expression changed, he stared into Amosta's eyes, and his voice was solemn,

"Mr. Bryan, you know—"

"It's all right, Kingsley, it's unfair to her to keep Miss Adele behind, a cruel disregard—"

Amosta turned his head in response to Kingsley's sharp gaze and whispered,

"She'll eventually forget these painful memories."

Kingsley was stunned, then looked at the Muggle girl who was a little dazed, and a ray of sympathy appeared in his heart, and finally, he nodded.

The gloomy weather blurs the boundaries between day and night, and in the pouring rain, the snow in the city quickly melts away, erasing the last traces of winter, and the spring of the new year is reflected in the flower beds on both sides of the road, and the new green buds of planting trees are reflected in the green buds on both sides of the road.

178 Flinke Ave., Haas Orphanage.

The bad weather slowed down the return of the school-going children, but the absence of most of the children did not make the orphanage appear cold, because of this surprise donation, the atmosphere in the orphanage was very warm.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Lawrence, that you are a kind and generous gentleman!"

Led by Mrs. Reagan, the orphanage's resident staff changed into brand new clothes, and with grateful and excited smiles, surrounded a meticulous man in his sixties in a decent black tuxedo and gray hair, constantly expressing their gratitude.

"It's my privilege to contribute a little bit to charity, ma'am—"

Lawrence smiled politely, and he looked around to the left and right, his gaze falling on the side of the staircase against the side wall, a wall covered with photographs.

"Oh, the picture is of the children who came out of the orphanage, and they often send some of their latest photos to them, and we put the photos here as a nostalgia-"

Mrs. Reagan graciously introduced the kind old gentleman who had come to the door out of the way through the government, and the crowd surrounding Lawrence dispersed to make way for him and Mrs. Reagan.

"Ms. Reagan, this is--"

Lawrence purposefully swept the photo wall, and it didn't take much effort to find that in front of a magnificent pyramid, the gray-haired young man waving to the camera with a bright smile on his face, he immediately leaned forward and looked intently at the young man in the photo, with a faint sadness.

"Ah, that's the kid who grew up in our orphanage, his name is Amosta Blaine--"

Mrs. Reagan did not notice the strange look on Mr. Lawrence's face, and she proudly introduced Lawrence,

"Even after leaving the orphanage, Amosta cares very much about the children here, although he is busy with work, he returns to live here for a period of time almost every Christmas, and he is also one of the managers of the Haas orphanage, and the new building where the children live is built with his patronage—"

"Yes."

Lawrence took off his gold-rimmed reading glasses, wiped the corners of his eyes, and said in a low voice,

"That this Brian. What is he doing now, sir? ”

"He's a business manager at a company called Graning Rigs, you know, and his main job is to negotiate new business for the company and travel a lot, so if you want to meet him--"

Mrs. Reagan hesitated, now noticing that Mr. Lawrence's face was not quite right, and she thought that Mr. Lawrence was not very happy that Mr. Lawrence had not been present at the thank-you meeting.

Lawrence was convinced that Amosta Blaine was not with the Granning rig company, which he was responsible for.

"Amo left us an address, Mr. Lawrence--"

Mrs. Reagan was even more disturbed by the silence of the aged gentleman, and she added,

"If you want to talk to him, we can write to him and ask him to take the time to come and thank you., although he has a busy schedule, I am sure he will not refuse-"

"Oh, not at all, ma'am!"

Lawrence came back to his senses, and he said, almost with some panic,

"I'm just a little curious. Just a small donation, ma'am, nothing at all, huh. It is not worth a special note to Mr. Blaine ... You really don't have to..."

(End of chapter)