Matthew''s phone suddenly rang. He nced at it. It was a call from Rachel. He epted the call. "Hi, what is it?"


    Rachel spoke in a lowered voice as well. "Come and take me home. Just say that my grandfather told me to go back."


    Matthew had a general idea of what she meant.


    He promptly turned left and headed for Wealthwave Group.


    He parked the car in the basement and got out of the car to get Rachel. After taking a few steps, the thought of leaving Ss alone in the car continued to worry him. So, he said, "Come with me." "Alright," Ss responded readily.


    The two headed up in an elevator.


    In the elevator, Ss was curious about the reason Matthew hade there and asked, "Do you work at thispany?"


    Matthew grunted in response. Ss cleared his throat and asked, "I noticed you''ve pushed the button for the top floor. Are you perhaps the owner of thispany?"


    Based on Matthew''s mannerisms and method of doing things, Ss believed he must be someone impressive.


    Matthew shook his head. "You''re talking about my boss."


    Ss was somewhat disappointed. "You''re thepany''s general manager?"


    Matthew continued to shake his head. "I don''t have the capacity for that. I''m a chauffeur here."


    Ss froze and stayed stunned for a long while. He found that difficult to ept.


    He had followed a chauffeur to his workce. He thought that not only would people look down on him, but he would also have to be cautious. Otherwise, if he got into trouble, a chauffeur couldn''t possibly get him out of it. Matthew was pleased with Ss''s current state he had finally stopped talking.


    The elevator arrived at the top floor. Matthew walked at the front, while Ss followed him closely.


    When Ss noticed Matthew entering the president''s office, he realized he probably shouldn''t havee.


    Regardless, he was already at the door, so he followed Matthew inside. It would be even more awkward if he stood at the door.


    There were three people in the room.


    Sara was drinking a cup of coffee on the couch. She looked a bit upset. A stack of documents was strewn across the coffee table. Rachel was in the executive chair, looking sullen. When she saw Matthewe in, her mood got much better. "What brings you here?" Matthew said with a smile, "Your grandfather asked me to take you home."


    That was the excuse they had previously agreed on.


    Rachel looked at Sara. "Ms. rk, my grandfather wants me to go home. Why don''t you get some rest? We''ll talk about the search tomorrow."


    Sara frowned. "Stay for a while longer. We muste up with a viable n today. We''ve looked into every Sawyer Solomon in all of Lambda City. Why can''t we find him?"


    Ss trembled when he heard her


    say his father''s name. He started to


    regret it, if he had known this would


    happen, he wouldn''t havee. He


    ed himself to his doom


    had led


    en


    Rachel was troubled as well. They hadbed through Lambda City, yet they hadn''t found any useful information. "Has he left Lambda City?"


    Sara fell silent. She had no idea how they could possibly find him if that were true.


    While she was thinking, her phone suddenly rang. She immediately put it on speaker. "Hey, did you find anything?"


    A man''s voice came through the


    phone. "I did. In thest decade, six


    Sawyer Solomons in Lambda City have died. One of them is the closest match to the information gave.


    Voxi p


    Slight anger appeared on Sara''s face. "Does he have any descendants?"


    The man on the other end seemed to be flipping through documents. The sound of pages turning came through the phone incessantly.


    Then, the man''s voice


    1.n


    again. "He has a descendant His


    name


    is Ss Solomon."