TB

CHAPTER 86

“Oh, I didn’t tell you there was a hound in the room.”

The inspector’s face immediately turned bad at Leon’s excuse. He looked like a bulldog himself, and he was afraid of dogs? Leon had accidentally found an excuse to kick out the uninvited guest.

“Who has a hound in the office?”

His tone was pretty upset as he seemed to think the dog had been set loose to chase him.

“Don’t worry. I’ll hold on tight.”

The inspector, whose pride was hurt by being treated as a coward, stood with his hands behind his back at the door and glared at him. In the meanwhile, Leon smiled and walked past him to the desk.

“Bella, be quiet.”

As soon as Winston sat down in the chair, he thrust his hands under his desk. She thought he was trying to cover her mouth, but what he grabbed was not Grace’s face, but the collar of her blouse.

Tak, tak, tak.

The blouse split open, and the few remaining buttons were ripped off. It was a warning to dare her to go out in front of another man naked.

While staring at the invisible face, the blouse was roughly removed and shoved into Grace’s mouth.

Leon grasped the woman’s mouth firmly, preventing her from making any noise, and pulled on the leash, which resembled the kind used for a fierce dog. The inspector’s expression grew even darker as he surveyed the room with his eyes, taking note of the sturdy chain that lay on the desk.

“Sit down.”

Though he offered a chair for the inspector to sit in, the inspector declined and instead roamed slowly through the office, eventually opening the adjacent door. This sniffing dog that deserved to be retired… his actions appeared rather foolish as he checked the bathroom, unaware that the woman he sought was concealed behind a mere wooden barrier.

The inspector displayed a stubborn determination, seemingly intent on thoroughly searching every nook and cranny of the office, despite the limited possibilities for hiding.

The man, meticulously scanning the bookshelves as if seeking a hidden compartment, gradually made his way into the office itself.

Just a couple more steps, and he would discover the woman hidden beneath the desk.

With a deliberate jingle, Leon kicked the chain hanging from the woman’s ankle, creating a loud clanking sound. He crouched down beneath the desk and soothingly stroked the partially unclothed woman, assuming the guise of a caretaker calming a struggling dog.

“Bella, no. You shouldn’t bite people.”

The inspector approaching this way hesitated.

“Not too long ago, it tried to kill an intruder who entered the annex. Of course, I killed the intruder first.”

Leon’s smile widened as he raised his head, satisfied with the outcome. The inspector, though still retaining a fragment of his pride, pretended to continue searching without explicitly instructing Leon to release the dog. Gradually, he retreated quietly.

In the end, he failed to locate the hidden woman.

His defeated countenance was evident as he took a seat across from the desk. On the contrary, Leon proudly held the leash in his hand, reveling in his successful deception. However, the inspector’s gaze was fixed on something other than him.

It was a woman’s button placed in front of a cigar box.

What evidence would that be? The smile disappeared from Leon’s face, which was about to laugh lightly. It was because he was crazy about what was in the cigar box where the button had been.