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    Chapter 636


    Heston''s voice came from the other end of the line.


    "Skyler, about tonight''s fireworks... Don''t look into it and let it go!"


    "Why?"


    Skyler frowned, puzzled.


    "Just do as I said. I won''t lead you astray," Heston said before hanging up the phone.


    Skyler was left dazed in the car, not understanding why Heston had forbidden him from looking into the matter. He wondered who had arranged them. Could it be someone with an inferior background?


    However, he didn''t dwell on the matter for long, anxious to meet his mistress and have fun that night.


    As he leaned back and hummed a tune, his phone rang again. Time time, it was from his father, Benedict Murray.


    "Hello, Dad."


    Skyler sat up straight.


    "Come to my study now."


    Benedict''s aged voice came through the phone.


    "Dad, I''m at my future daughter-inw''s birthday party," Skyler replied lightly, wanting to meet his mistress, who had just returned to Yorksle.


    "If I don''t see you by midnight, don''t bothering back to meet me again!" Benedict stated coldly before ending the call abruptly.


    He had five sons, and each of them was impressive in their own right-except for Skyler. If Skyler hadn''t given him a remarkable grandson, Benedict would have kicked that good-for- nothing out of the family ages ago.


    It was time for Wanda to cut her eightyered cake. Christine and the others gathered around her, singing her a birthday song.


    Shein downed a few drinks in frustration, feeling glum. Although Wanda had no memories of Carlisle anymore, she didn''t seem interested in Finn either.


    He wondered why his daughter was so foolish. The Murray family had a long history and was the ideal family that countless women aspired to marry.


    Josie''s expression was troubled. It seemed that she would have to talk to Wanda about it. If Wanda refused to ept Finn, Thompson Group might soon copse.


    It was already midnight when Carlisle and the others returned to mor Hotel.


    "Boss, I''m still worried," Wendell confessed, sitting on the couch.


    Their operation had many ws that could lead back to them if the Murrays sensed


    something was amiss.


    Sitting on the couch, Carlisle chuckled.


    "Don''t worry. Tyler just texted me, saying that someone has contacted the Murrays, preventing them from looking into tonight''s fireworks."


    "Got in touch? More like ordered them around!" Wendell eximed, his eyes widening in disbelief.


    Carlisle was also puzzled.


    "This person must be influential, perhaps more powerful than Theodore. Maybe they''re from the army!"


    Lounging on the couch with crossed legs, Francis lit a cigarette and puffed.


    "You''ve always been the one helping others. It''s about time someone showed up to help you instead."


    "I must find out who this person is one day," Carlisle remarked, curious about the mysterious helper.


    Feeling his worries fade, Wendell''s mood lifted.


    He stood up and said, "Anyway, mission aplished! Time to have a good drink!"


    Carlisle chuckled.


    "Okay. I''ll order a roastmb from the front desk!"


    When they devoured the entire roastmb and finished their drinks, it was already 2:00 am.


    Carlisle took a hot shower, ready to hit the hay. He picked up his phone beside the pillow and found an unread message. He remembered seeing the sender''s number somewhere before. Carlisle suddenly realized it was the number Christine had given him.


    He quickly clicked on the message and found only two words written: "Thank you!"