Moses’s gaze fell on Nancy’s face, with an unmistakable suspicion in his tone.
"That’s right, it’s me!" Nancy lifted the corners of her lips, her tone brimming with pride, "I will prove to you all with facts who the true heir of the Locke Family really is!"
Glancing at Qian Xueying standing not far away, Nancy huffed lightly and strode out of the dining room.
Qian Xueying hesitated for a moment but eventually followed out of the hall, watching the two figures grow distant, as Moses’s lips subtly curved upwards unnoticed.
"Indeed, no cowardly offspring come from a tiger’s lineage!"
By the side, Duke Locke sighed softly.
"I’ve amused Mr. Moses, I fear."
"How could you?" Moses retracted his gaze, nodding elegantly at him, "Thank you for your hospitality, this time, I owe you a favor."
Duke Locke smiled, "Since we are friends, why should Mr. Moses mind such formalities?"
Moses smiled faintly.
"Since the Duke says so, I won’t stand on ceremony, and I hope to hear good news about your daughter. I shall take my leave now."
He stepped towards the exit, with Duke Locke busy seeing him off.
Only when everyone had gone did Qiao Liang cautiously stick his face out of the kitchen.
It seemed that not only Moses but even members of the Locke Family intended to harm Gan Yuan.
Frowning, he untied his apron and lifted his arm to remove his head chef’s uniform, "You guys clean up here; I need to leave for a bit."
After instructing a few assistants, he quickly crossed the dining room.
He carefully passed through the courtyard and, from a distance, saw Duke Locke standing on the steps, sending off Moses’s departing car. As the Duke turned back, Qiao Liang hurriedly retreated to the side to hide himself. Once Duke Locke was far away, he immediately jogged out of the gate and jumped into his own car, starting it up.
The red sports car crossed the intersection, and while Qiao Liang was worried about Gan Yuan, he didn’t notice that Moses’s black sedan had just stopped by the side of the road.
Watching Qiao Liang’s car drive past, Moses, with his hand out of the window, lifted his fingers slightly, and immediately the black car behind followed Qiao Liang’s red sports car.
"Should they make a move?" the assistant asked from the passenger seat.
"No," Moses retracted his finger, "just keep an eye on him."
Since Nancy had volunteered, Moses didn’t mind giving her a chance.
If things went well, then all the better, but if she failed, Huangfu Jue would only be angry with Duke Locke.
In any case, this was A Country, Huangfu Jue’s territory, and unless absolutely necessary, Moses didn’t plan on coming into real conflict with Huangfu Jue.
The assistant immediately took out his phone, called the subordinate responsible for trailing Qiao Liang, and conveyed Moses’s intentions.
At this point, Moses spoke up lightly.
The car started again, heading towards the hotel where he was staying.
Only when the car returned to the hotel and he was back in his room did the butler speak up softly.
"Do you truly believe she is the young miss?"
Moses walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing at the bustling city, "What do you think?"
"She looks very similar, but her temperament is quite different," the butler glanced sideways, his gaze deeply settling on Moses’s profile, "If it were the young miss, she could not possibly fail to remember us, or perhaps... she only bears a resemblance in appearance?"
"It’s her!" Moses’s tone was resolute.
"But if she really is the young miss, why doesn’t she remember us at all?"