Coming out of the apartment, Adrian Jennings tossed the bag of breakfast into the trash can downstairs and turned to coldly instruct his associate to investigate Ethan Grant.
It didn’t take long for them to find out.
Ethan Grant had paid a high price to buy Talia Rhodes’ detailed address from the property company.
Adrian Jennings immediately had someone file a lawsuit against the property company while summoning its director.
The man, in his forties, didn’t know trouble was looming and thought the president of The Jennings Group had sought him out for a business collaboration.
This kind of low-level character wasn’t worth Adrian Jennings’ time.
It was Mason Lynch, Adrian’s assistant, who received him.
The man nodded and flattered with a sycophantic smile, "Assistant Lynch, did President Jennings invite me here today to discuss a partnership with our company?"
Mason raised an eyebrow, a sneer flashing in his eyes, "A company like yours that sells resident information so freely, how could The Jennings Group ever cooperate with you?"
The man’s emotions surged like stormy seas, and his face turned unsightly, "What? Selling resident information?"
Mason Lynch threw a stack of documents in front of the man, "Mr. Zhang, take a good look. These are evidence of your company selling resident information. President Jennings wants you to understand your situation clearly."
The man’s hands trembled as he opened the documents, his face turning paler with each page, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
"There must be some misunderstanding... I... I’ll immediately have my people verify this!"
Mason smiled, "No need, Mr. Zhang. We’ve thoroughly investigated. You’re the mastermind behind selling resident information, and most of the money Ethan Grant paid went into your pocket. We’re already preparing the lawsuit, and we called you in to inform you that starting today, you’ll face a series of difficulties, potentially losing everything you own. It’s all due to your own doing."
The man’s face turned ashen, his legs weak, his voice trembling, "Please give me a chance, President Jennings. I’ll change my ways. I... I’m willing to offer half my assets as compensation!"
Mason laughed disdainfully, "Do you think President Jennings cares? To be honest, the resident information Ethan Grant bought was that of our president’s wife. Now do you understand?"
In an instant, the man looked defeated, despair filling his eyes.
Recently, Talia had been busy beyond measure, attending court every day, while also finding time to assist Matthew Willow with his workplace injury claim and capacity assessment.
The weather forecast predicted a cold wave, with temperatures plummeting to a low of minus four degrees tomorrow.
Talia had arranged for Matthew and Luna Willow to be placed in a single-room in a tertiary hospital, asking Claire Yorick to help buy down jackets, thick blankets, and electric blankets for delivery to the sibling.
Returning with the items, Claire’s eyes were rimmed red.
The young girl sniffled, her voice carrying a sob, "Lawyer Rhodes, I’ve finished arranging the things."
Working on materials at her computer, Talia heard Claire’s slightly choking voice, raised her eyes, and paused, "Why do you look like you’re about to cry?"
Claire bit her lip, a mist of tears gathering in her eyes, "Luna’s condition is getting worse, and the doctor said if a compatible marrow isn’t found soon, she might not make it through this winter..."
Talia’s hand paused on the keyboard, her lashes instantly wet with emotion.
"Let’s wait a little more; I’ve already got people searching for compatible marrow. There must be one... there will be..." Talia’s voice trembled slightly.
Claire couldn’t hold back her tears, looking at Talia with reddened eyes, "Lawyer Rhodes... if Luna really..."
Before she could finish, Talia interrupted her firmly, "No! Luna will be fine!"
Claire choked back a sob, pressing her lips together to hold back her tears.
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"Still no suitable marrow found?"
The reply came, "Miss Rhodes, we’re searching with all our effort; any news will be immediately communicated."
In the evening, Adrian Jennings came to pick Talia up from work, and the two went out for dinner together.
In a fine dining restaurant.
The piano music played softly and soothingly.
The red wine and steak were of the finest quality, complemented by roses and candlelight creating a romantic atmosphere.
Yet Talia was absent-minded, not touching her now cold steak.
Adrian Jennings looked at her with concern, "Talia, is something on your mind?"
Talia snapped back, lifting her gaze to respond softly, "I took on a case a few days ago. The client is a nineteen-year-old boy, his parents deceased, living with his younger sister."
She sighed, her eyes sorrowful, "He quit school early to work and support his sister’s education. But fate played a cruel joke on him; his sister was diagnosed with leukemia. The little girl is only eleven, and the doctor said if a compatible marrow isn’t found soon, she might not survive this winter."
Adrian Jennings asked, "Has there been a high-price reward offered? In such cases, offering a high price helps quickly find a compatible marrow."
Talia’s hand on the table clenched slightly, shaking her head and frowning, "I thought about it before. But I’m afraid it might backfire; offering a high price might attract some unscrupulous people. You know, those in the black market will do anything for money."
Adrian Jennings gently held her hand, his voice soft and reassuring, "Leave it to me, I promise to find a suitable marrow without harming the donor."
Hope flashed in Talia’s eyes, "Really?"
"Yes." Adrian gently rubbed Talia’s hand, "Trust me, Talia, can you eat properly now?"
The warmth from his hand made Talia feel reassured.
"Alright." She tucked away her worry, curling her lips into a knowing smile.
This was indeed something Adrian Jennings could help with.
She wasn’t short on money, but not everything could be solved with money.
Sometimes, it required power as well.
After dinner, Adrian Jennings drove Talia back to Brighton Court.
They spent some time together in the apartment, and he returned to the villa at ten in the evening.
Parking the car and entering the villa’s foyer, Luke Langdon called.
"Young master, we have a lead. I’m at the door now. May I come in to report?"
Luke, wrapped in cold air, pushed open the door and entered.
Adrian Jennings poured a cup of warm water, holding it as he sat on the sofa, his gaze slightly cold, "Speak."
Luke lowered his head, cautiously glancing at Adrian Jennings, "The one who took Jessica Coleman is related to Vincent Fletcher."
Hearing this name, Adrian Jennings’ eyes narrowed sharply, "Vincent Fletcher?"
Luke answered nervously, "Yes."