Chapter 874 Who Knows
Otis didn't argue. Looking back, it was clear that Dermot had been prepared. "Grandpa, if he knew we were going to make a move, why'd he still come? Isn't that just asking for death?"
He couldn't figure out why Dermot would walk into the trap. What was the point?
"He's smart. He wouldn't do something reckless without a reason," Randy said, knowing Dermot well.
Otis was puzzled. "Then what was the reason?"
"Not sure yet." Randy frowned, just as confused.
Otis switched topics. "Who killed my father? The bodyguards said those guys barged in with guns, acting very arrogantly."
"Yeah," Randy replied.
Even when they decided to take action against Dermot, they had chosen a remote horse farm, unlike those guys who acted so brazenly without thinking of the consequences.
Randy stared into the distance, deep in thought. Otis grew impatient. "Are we just going to let it go? We have to avenge my father, right?"
"Let it go?" Randy sneered. "They killed my son and think they can just get away with it? Do they really think the Doyle family has no one left?"
Otis understood. Randy was determined to dig into Golombia and find those responsible.
"Who do you think is behind all this?" Randy asked Otis.
Otis was stunned. Given their status, he couldn't think of anyone who'd dare target the Doyle family.
He shook his head, but Randy wasn't mad. He just smiled. "It depends on who benefits the most in the end."
"Uncle James," Otis blurted out, then quickly covered his mouth and glanced at Randy.
"James is a possibility, but I don't think he has the capability." If James had such a group of subordinates and such audacity, Randy wouldn't worry about succession.
Otis thought about it and agreed. James wasn't bold but cautious, and it was unlikely he had such a group of subordinates. If he did, Gerald and Randy would have found out long ago.
If it wasn't him, Otis really couldn't think of anyone. "Grandpa, I can't figure it out. Given the Doyle family's position, who would dare?"
"What about Dermot?" Randy asked.
Otis was shocked. "Dermot? Does he have that power?"
"Who knows? I think he's the biggest beneficiary of your father's accident. Besides, you were competitors." Randy analyzed, becoming more convinced Dermot was involved.
Otis still found it hard to believe. "But this time, he didn't have the time."
"Exactly. That's why we were wondering why he agreed to your invitation despite knowing the danger. Maybe he wanted an alibi when things went down." Randy had his theories.
Otis was terrified. "So, Grandpa, you mean..."
"It's not impossible. Look, he was prepared. If he didn't have the idea already, why would he come? And why would he be prepared?" Randy smiled bitterly, thinking how great it would be if Dermot were his own grandson. He wouldn't have to worry about succession.
What a pity! Such an excellent person was only distantly related and not his own grandson.
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