Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 701: Chapter 701 True or False Orren Beaumont_1

“What? Don’t recognize me?”

Ivan Reed’s eyebrows slightly knitted.

Marco Pendleton, standing behind him, instinctively placed his hand on his waist.

The Night Fairy’s disguising technique was too powerful!

And this mask was extremely precious!

Once torn off, it could not be restored!

Creating one mask required a full half-month.

So, they couldn’t confirm who was underneath the mask.

In reality, the likelihood of this being a trick was almost zero.

But it was essential to be cautious in everything.

Especially when it concerned his own life and property, Ivan Reed had to be prudent.

“Sister, why have you come?”

Orren Beaumont stood up and walked over to the woman’s side.

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“Who are you!”

The woman, frightened, quickly backed away, hiding behind Ivan Reed: “Grandfather, this man…”

“Child, don’t be afraid.”

Ivan Reed extended his hand to stop Orren Beaumont, smiling, “You’ve scared her.”

“Oh…”

Orren Beaumont touched his face, bitterly smiled, “Sister… Jarvis Davenport… how have you been lately?”

“How do you know my name?”

The young girl was seventeen or eighteen years old, but she dressed very stylishly.

To the unaware, she might appear to be in her twenties.

“Grandfather, did you tell him?”

Jarvis Davenport looked towards Ivan Reed, who was sitting on the sofa, her face full of suspicion.

“I need your help to see if this person is actually your brother.” Ivan Reed took out a card and placed it in Jarvis Davenport’s hand: “There are three hundred thousand here, no password. Just help me with this, and the money is all yours.”

“Really?”

A greedy look flickered in Jarvis Davenport’s eyes.

“He’s not my brother; my brother doesn’t look like this.”

After kissing the card a few times, she shook her head: “This person… is too unimpressive…”

“Don’t be hasty, he might not have your brother’s appearance, but what if your brother had plastic surgery? Philo Davenport is on a mission, so we need you to verify,” Ivan Reed finished speaking, smiling and extending a hand, “Ask a couple of secrets between the two of you. If he can answer all of them, then you can go home.”

“Okay.”

Jarvis Davenport was still somewhat suspicious, but since there was money to be made, she was naturally willing to help.

“What’s your name.”

“Philo Davenport.”

“How old are you this year?”

“Twenty-seven.”

“Birthday.”

“Eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.”

This exchange between the two made Marco Pendleton feel somewhat dissatisfied.

“You can… ask some more private things, something that others don’t know. Like those just now—anyone could find out with a quick investigation,” he said, and Ivan Reed nodded in agreement.

“Oh!”

Jarvis Davenport thought for a moment, then asked, “How did mom die?”

As soon as she asked this question, the expressions on Ivan Reed’s and Marco Pendleton’s faces changed.

And Orren Beaumont also knelt on the ground, not making a sound.

“Answer.”

Marco Pendleton spoke up.

But Orren Beaumont remained silent.

“Answer!”

Clang!

Ivan Reed forcefully struck his cane on the ground.

If it weren’t for Marco Pendleton’s instructions, they might have alarmed the bodyguards outside once again.

But Orren Beaumont still showed no sign of answering.

“Last time!”

With a wave from Ivan Reed, Marco Pendleton immediately pressed the hidden weapons box against Orren Beaumont’s head.

“I killed her.”

Orren Beaumont lifted his head, his eyes already bloodshot.

“What!”

Even Marco Pendleton was surprised!

He killed his own mother?

“What he said… is it true?”

Ivan Reed turned around, looking at Jarvis Davenport.

“It’s true.”

Jarvis Davenport nodded, her expression cold as she said, “When my brother was eight, our mother became severely ill. Terminal cancer, and the money at home was gambled away by father. Finally, in the middle of the night, as mother was wailing in pain, my brother just took a rope and freed her from her misery.”

“How do you know that?”

Ivan Reed was truly shocked.

“Because I was the one who found the rope for my brother.”

Jarvis Davenport sighed, “Can I go now?”

“I’m sorry…”

Ivan Reed walked over and squatted in front of Orren Beaumont, “I didn’t mean to… I didn’t intentionally want to reopen your wound.”

Such tragic memories of childhood are scars on everyone’s heart.

And today, he had reopened that scar.

“Once the task is complete, I’ll have a grave built for your mother. Sacha Reed will give you fifty million, spend it as you wish!”

After speaking, Ivan Reed stood up and said, “But I still need to test you more. After all, I’m staking my life and fortune on you; I hope you understand.”

“I understand.”

Orren Beaumont replied with a bitter smile, “It’s an honor to work for Sacha Reed! Philo Davenport is now living well, all thanks to Sacha Reed’s generosity!”

“Continue!”

Calmly, Ivan Reed gestured with his hand.

“Who was the first woman you slept with?”

Jarvis Davenport asked expressionlessly.

That was indeed an interesting question.

Ivan Reed was somewhat expectant.

Such a personal question could verify whether Orren Beaumont was indeed their man.

But this time, Orren Beaumont still fell silent.

“Hard to speak of?”

Marco Pendleton’s attitude was much calmer.

Not as confrontational as before.

In fact, they had already acknowledged that the Orren Beaumont before them was the person they had arranged.

But since Jarvis Davenport had been called over, it was still good to confirm once more.

“My first woman…”

Orren Beaumont stood up, looking at Jarvis Davenport, “Wasn’t it you?”

Ivan Reed took a sharp intake of breath!

It was another complete upheaval of his beliefs.

“Oh.”

Jarvis Davenport watched Orren Beaumont coldly, “What time, where?”

“You were thirteen, father was out gambling and got caught, ending up in the detention center. The two of us lay in bed together, huddling for warmth.”

Orren Beaumont said, unable to help but rub his temples, “It was winter, very cold, you told me… told me…”

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, “You said, rather than being taken advantage of by other men in the future, you might as well be with your brother. I…”

Orren Beaumont suddenly laughed, “I truly was a beast!”

“I did it willingly.”

Jarvis Davenport turned to look at Ivan Reed, “Grandfather, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be going now.”

“Hold on…”

Ivan Reed gestured with his hand, “Marco Pendleton, give her another half a million.”

“Understood!”

Marco Pendleton led Jarvis Davenport out.

When passing by Orren Beaumont, Jarvis Davenport stopped.

“Why… Why have you turned into such a ghastly figure?”

“If there’s a chance in the future, I’ll tell you.”

Orren Beaumont patted her shoulder, “Go home.”

“Don’t worry, even if something unexpected happens to you in the future, I will take care of this sister for you.”

Ivan Reed said very seriously.

“Thank you, Sacha Reed.”

Orren Beaumont took a deep breath, still apparently not recovered from the emotion of the moment.

“After a while, Marco Pendleton will tell you the details of the task.” Ivan Reed approached him, looked him over and nodded, “Once it’s done, you will be my adopted son.”

“Thank you, Sacha Reed!”

Orren Beaumont bowed deeply and turned to leave.

No sooner had he left than Marco Pendleton entered.

“I think it’s fine. Jarvis Davenport was already brought to me last night, and Philo Davenport hasn’t been home in years.”

“Then there’s no problem.”

Ivan Reed looked out the window, “When do we move?”

“Tonight!”

Marco Pendleton’s eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent, “I will personally take my disciples and make our move!”

Meanwhile.

Elwood Thorneycroft, who was at the Five-lakes Clubhouse, suddenly received a message.