A Chill

When he passed by the bedroom, Joseph slowed down. Then, he continued moving forward and entered the study next door. Culver was sleeping inside, and his head was twitching. When he heard the click of the door lock, a chill ran down his spine. He immediately raised his head and respectfully greeted, "Mr. Joseph." "Have you found anything about the car I asked you to investigate?" Joseph walked in and sat down on the leather seat. "Yes, Mr. Joseph. This is all the information about that car." Culver politely handed over a document. Joseph took it and flipped through it. The surveillance camera had only captured a blurry picture of the car they had passed by on St. Mary Mountain, but the Flying Phoenix logo on the car was shining in the dark night. It was extremely eye-catching. "Hmph." Joseph let out a snort with an inexplicable sense of coldness. It was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry, and he was surrounded by a sense of oppression. "So it's the Stewart family from Dilsburg.