harleyscars Chapter 339 Funds and Conversations
Chapter 339 Funds and Conversations
Chapter 339 Funds and Conversations
"You mean to say—" Charles narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the report in front of him.
"Detective Isinger Stanton highly praised your abilities." He looked up and fixed his gaze on Klein's face.
"However, he has a certain degree of resistance towards you personally —"
Have you had any contact before?
"No," Klein shook his head, answering decisively.
"I have never had any contact with him privately. Although he is a very famous private detective, my social interactions are mostly limited to within the guild."
"Could it be because of what happened with Rustig?" Charles guessed.
"It shouldn't be—"
"I did some probing—the other party didn't react particularly to the name Rustig—"
Actually, I was quite scared at first, thinking I was going to be arrested and thrown in jail, after all, I had a bounty of tens of thousands of pounds on my head.
For most detectives, this is a sum they could never earn in their entire lives—Klein thought to himself.
Later, he deliberately sought an opportunity to ascend above the gray fog and take control, only to discover, to his dismay and dismay, that this detective, Isinger Stanton, was actually the same detective that Lorne Disenke had hired to investigate him.
No wonder I always felt like the other person looked familiar—that's how feelings work!
"I guess they just don't like any of our guild members," Charles said, not delving deeper into the matter.
"However, you provided many useful ideas during this joint investigation, which greatly accelerated the arrest process —"
"That demon thus revealed quite a few clues."
"good."
Charles nodded in satisfaction, took a thick envelope from the drawer, and handed it to Klein.
Keep up the good work.
Klein took the envelope. He habitually squeezed it, then smiled.
He was quite satisfied with the thickness of the envelope.
27 Alca Street.
This is the office space provided by the government to the "Backlund Women and Children's Relief Fund," a three-story building, and the foundation does not need to pay rent separately.
In fact, the Church of the Goddess of Night also has a similar charitable foundation. Lorne had considered whether to expand the scope of his foundation's aid, or simply change its name to better distinguish it from the church's foundation.
However, considering that the foundation was backed by the Church of the Night and was only just starting out, he decided to put the idea aside for the time being, as a big reputation might attract unnecessary trouble.
He received an official invitation to visit the foundation's office to get a brief overview of the preliminary preparations.
At that moment, Lorne was sitting in a café across the street, leisurely reading a newspaper and sipping coffee. He would occasionally glance at the clock on the wall, estimating the appointed time.
"The serial killer is still at large, and police are appealing to the public for clues — tsk, what's up with Backlund —"
More dangerous than Bayam —
Just as he was feeling sentimental, the door to the coffee shop was pushed open from the outside, and the wind chimes on the door made a crisp "ding" sound.
A girl wearing an exquisite little round hat and with long, dark green hair walked in. She looked around and quickly spotted Lorne sitting in the far corner.
She seemed to hesitate for a moment, but eventually took a step and sat down in the seat opposite Lorne.
"You're late," Lorne said, taking a sip of his coffee without looking up.
"I----"
Hazel, who had dressed up carefully, was immediately displeased when she saw Lorne's indifferent attitude.
"Waiting for a lady is the duty of every gentleman."
"I'm not a gentleman," Lorne retorted with a laugh, putting down his newspaper.
"Isn't Representative Macht here?"
Seeing that Hazel was alone, Lorne raised an eyebrow slightly. He had assumed that Senator Macht would at least have come with his daughter.
"No. Dad said he feels at ease with you here, so—" Hazel lowered her head, her fair fingers unconsciously rubbing the hem of her clothes.
"Hmm—" Lorne nodded without asking any further questions.
When I went to MP Macht's house to discuss the work of the Hazel Lai Foundation, although the MP still had a bit of an elder's air about him, his attitude was much more polite than before.
He did not resist his arrival as before, but rather seemed to enjoy it.
"It seems you're ready to start working."
"I—" Hazel was silent for a moment, then nodded.
Although she is still young, her father is very supportive of her taking the job. Moreover, she herself is quite interested in this job that allows her to help others.
After all, she didn't want to be the useless "pretty face" that Scott described.
"very good."
"Today is the official launch day of the foundation, so you can come and take a look at how it's going."
"Is there anything you want to ask?" Lorne noticed Hazel's unease.
"What exactly should I do?" Hazel asked.
Although her father had given her a brief overview of the general process of working at the foundation, it was only a general introduction, and Representative Macht didn't quite understand the more specific details.
"Good question." Lorne shrugged.
"I don't know either."
"What?!"
Ignoring the surprised look on Hazel's face, Lorne said matter-of-factly, "This is also my first time managing a foundation, so I don't know anything about this either."
"Hey, what's with that expression?" He waved his hand, seeing Hazel's "Are you kidding me?" look on her face.
"Both the church and the government will send professionals to help handle the foundation's specific affairs. Just follow them and learn gradually."
"The main person in charge at the Church of the Night is Bishop Elektra. He is very familiar with Councilor Macht. You can ask him any questions you may have," he added.
"I understand—" Hazel nodded, seemingly understanding, then asked curiously, "And what about you? What are you going to do next?"
"Me?" Lorne pointed to himself. "Of course I'm not doing anything."
"I'm a very busy person. I still have a ton of things to deal with at the factory, how could I possibly have the energy to personally manage the fund?"
Hazel looked completely bewildered.
"Aren't you a board member of the foundation?"
"Yes, that's right. The authorities have handed over management to me, and with the money I invested earlier, I am, in a sense, the most influential director in the fund."
"But—that doesn't mean I have to do everything myself. Have you ever seen a company boss who needs to do all the work personally?"
He smiled at Hazel, his true intentions revealed: "The basic operations of the fund are handled by professional staff, and as for daily supervision, coordination, and communication with church officials—isn't that perfect for you?"
"You want to be a hands-off boss, so you dragged me here to work for you?" Hazel finally realized what was going on, her tone somewhat dissatisfied.
So they're just using me as a tool!
"Hmm—that's roughly how you understand it." Lorne nodded frankly in agreement.
"you----"
"Don't get agitated." Seeing that Hazel was about to explode, Lorne calmly picked up his coffee cup and blew on it to cool it down.
"I came to find you specifically because I trust you."
"Trust me?" Hazel's anger faltered.
"Yes," Lorne nodded. "The management of the foundation's affairs determines the normal operation of the entire foundation and whether it can truly help those in need. Such an important task can only be entrusted to people I trust."
"Otherwise, guess what? Why would I go to you specifically for such a good job that allows me to both build reputation and hone my skills?"
"trust----"
Hazel's pupils contracted slightly as she repeatedly pondered the word.
Is that so? She was somewhat skeptical, but looking at Lorne's serious expression—
That's right, it must be.
So, in his heart, she was so trustworthy? — Hazel clenched her fists, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up.
So easy to fool—
Seeing Hazel's expression, Lorne picked up his coffee cup and took a sip, making sure the other person didn't see his upturned lips.
However, what he said wasn't entirely untrue. Putting everything else aside, Hazel had something on him, so wasn't she worthy of his trust?
The two then briefly discussed the relevant procedures.
"The foundation's official launch ceremony is in an hour. Before that, there are some other things I'd like to discuss with you privately," Lorne said, estimating the time before changing the subject.
He took out the slightly damaged monocle from his pocket.
Do you remember this?
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