Chapter 177 Investigation
"Yes, that's the name. You had me investigate her before," Peter replied. "Her family background is clean, but she has a congenital heart disease, not a great prognosis."
"Sebastian has always been fond of her," Jarod frowned. "But now, he's married Isabella. Something about this feels odd to me."
"Men fall in love with other women all the time, it's normal. Did you think everyone could be like you and love only one person?"
Jarod slowly shook his head, "No, Sebastian isn't like that. I know my brother well."
"Sure, your brother, your treasure," Peter snorted. "And him? What has he done?"
"Don't be so prejudiced against him, Peter. You know why he's wary of me."
"I know. You deliberately caused trouble at Lawrence Group, creating minor issues to give the illusion that you're still after power. Jarod, I just don't understand you. Why do you do these things?"
"It makes it seem more real, doesn't it?" Jarod answered.
"Boring." Peter flicked his cigarette ash. "So, tell me, should I investigate Lynda or Isabella? I haven't been active for a while; I need something challenging to exercise my skills."
"I have a more challenging task for you."
"You're not going to ask me to use my charm to seduce them, are you?"
Jarod kicked him lightly. "I want you to investigate... Sebastian."
Peter, who had been all smiles a moment ago, suddenly became serious, "Investigate him? That's going to be tough. Your brother, in every aspect, is no less than you."
"Weren't you just complaining about him?"
"That's because you have a much larger presence in my heart than he does."
Jarod laughed, "Investigating his work is difficult. But his personal life... much simpler."
"What do you want to investigate?"
"I want to find out why Sebastian married Isabella," Jarod said, "and what he did in the time before he and Isabella got their marriage certificate."
Peter agreed immediately, "Sure, leave it to me."
"How long will it take to get results?"
"For others, three days would suffice," Peter said. "But your brother is no ordinary person. It will take a bit longer."
Jarod nodded. "As soon as possible."
"Alright." Peter put out his cigarette. "Finally, something to do. I'll leave now, need to think about where to start."
"I'll wait for your news."
Peter walked to the door, then suddenly remembered something and turned back to look at him, "Hey, that's not right."
Jarod looked calm, "What's up?"
"Whose side are you on, Lynda's or Isabella's? You don't like your sister-in-law?"
"Isabella is better than Lynda, in every way," Jarod Lawrence answered. "You tell me, whose side should I be on?"
Peter gave him a thumbs-up "OK" sign and walked out.
Jarod watched the door close, then his gaze moved back to the photo frame on the desk.
In the photo, the woman remained forever young, forever joyful, forever beautiful, and forever alive in his heart.
"My dear, is it true that only after losing something does one realize how precious what they had was?"
"I hope that Sebastian doesn't follow in my footsteps, that he doesn't live with regrets."
"In this lifetime, it's not easy to find someone you want to protect forever."
"Sebastian needs to understand who he truly loves and needs, instead of being indecisive and vacillating."
"Hesitation in love can cause more pain than a wrong decision in work... and it can affect one's life forever."
Having said this, Jarod smiled, looked at the photo, and said, "I love you."
Peter was a loyal subordinate to Jarod, just as Joshua was to Sebastian.
After leaving the room, Peter pondered how to begin his investigation into Sebastian.
Sebastian was a figure who could rival Jarod at his peak.
Sebastian was cautious, smart, intelligent, and also the second son of the Lawrence family, how...
"Peter?" A distinctively clear, youthful voice called out, "It's so late; haven't you gone home yet?"
Peter looked up and saw Amber smiling at him.
Their eyes met.
It seemed Amber had just gotten home; her face was adorned with a delicate makeup that looked great on camera, but a bit heavy for everyday life.
"It's late, and you've just gotten home too," Peter said. "Get some rest, Miss Lawrence."
Amber pouted, "When did we become so distant... calling me Miss Lawrence. You used to just call me Amber."
"You've grown up; you're not the little girl you used to be."
Peter knew Amber when she was still in high school.
The Lawrence family genes were strong; Byron Lawrence was a gentleman of elegance in his youth, and both of his wives were well-known socialites in New York.
With handsome and beautiful parents, the next generation was naturally not far behind.
Jarod was the child of Byron and his first wife, bearing a resemblance to his mother in his eyebrows and eyes.
Sebastian and Amber were full siblings and also bear some resemblance to their own mother.
Thus, all three Lawrence siblings were exceptionally attractive.
Although Amber was still in high school at the time, she was already the belle of the school, with her hair tied in a ponytail and her pure, clean face.
Now that she had grown up, her features had matured, and even in the entertainment industry, crowded with beauties, she remained a top-tier beauty.
Amber set down her bag and came over. "I've grown up, and you've gotten older too. So, you will still care for me as if I’m your little sister, right?"
Peter couldn't help but laugh.
He raised his hand, intending to touch her hair, but then felt it would be inappropriate. In the end, he changed direction and let his hand fall on her shoulder, patting it gently.
"Yes," Peter smiled, "you've grown up, and I've gotten older."
Amber quickly waved her hands, "No, no, Peter, I didn't mean to say you're old... I mean, ah, that's not what I meant. It's just that I... there will always be an age gap between us..."
The more she spoke, the more flustered Amber became.
"It's okay, I know what you mean, and I'm not offended. But, compared to you, I have indeed grown quite old."
"Not at all," Amber pouted, "you're even a year younger than my oldest brother."
"Your brother is already thirty-two."
"Then you're thirty-one; that’s quite young."
"And you? I'm seven years older than you," Peter asked, "twenty-four, right?"
Amber responded, "Anyway, I don't think you're old at all. On the contrary, you're mature, steady, and handsome. Even when standing next to my brother, you don't look the slightest bit inferior."
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