Chapter 880 I'll Be Waiting for Your Good News
Randy shot him a playful smile. "I'll be waiting for your good news."
Dermot sighed, feeling the weight of an impossible task. "It's been so long. I doubt I can find any clues." He was well aware that Randy might use the failure as an excuse to confront him later.
Randy, almost as if he expected that response, said, "Don't worry. I've got two of the people involved. You handle the interrogation. Don't let me down!"
Randy had already interrogated them and got nothing. He was hoping Dermot might have better luck.
Randy figured if Dermot was involved, the two captives might freak out and spill everything when they saw him.
Dermot could see right through Randy's plan.
But Joshua's men had never seen Dermot. They didn't even know why they were after Gerald, and Dermot doubted he'd get any new information.
After Randy left, Dermot called Joshua to ask why his men were captured.
Joshua was frustrated. He'd underestimated the Doyle family's power. His men were ambushed at the border, most were killed, and only a few escaped. Two were captured alive.
"Dermot, I don't care what you have to do. Get those two out. Or I'll tell the Doyle family this was all your idea," Joshua snapped. If he couldn't save his men, how could he expect loyalty from the rest?
Dermot chuckled. "Joshua, don't be naive. Do you really think they can leave the Doyle family alive?"
He added, "You should think about making their suffering less and letting them leave sooner."
By "leave," he meant leaving this world, not the Doyle family.
Joshua went silent. He knew Dermot was right, which made it worse.
After a long pause, Joshua sighed. "For their sake, give them a quick death."
"Alright," Dermot agreed. It was what he wanted to hear.
Even if Joshua didn't agree, Dermot would do it anyway. But he wanted to avoid trouble later, so he informed Joshua in advance.
After hanging up, Dermot started packing. He couldn't stay in the ward any longer.
When Evelyn arrived, Dermot was already packed. She looked surprised but quickly caught on. "You're being discharged?"
"Yeah," Dermot nodded. "Let's have lunch to celebrate."
"Okay," Evelyn agreed. After narrowly escaping death again, it was worth celebrating.
But she didn't expect Dermot's idea of celebrating was eating in the hospital cafeteria.
She was a bit speechless. "Mr. Doyle, if you're short on money, I can treat you. No need to settle for the cafeteria."
"Nothing of the sort. Every time I invite you to eat, you say you've already eaten in the cafeteria. So I thought the food there must be great. Otherwise, why would you always eat there? So I wanted to try it," Dermot replied.
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