Owen Moreland cut off the call and stood by the railing of the second-floor staircase, casually resting his left hand on the wooden railing and rhythmically tapping his fingertips on the handrail, producing a crisp 'tap tap' sound.
His face showed no emotion, and his eyes looked slightly heavy as if he was pondering something.
A night of stormy weather subsided just before dawn, and now the sky slightly cleared, but the atmosphere of the entire villa did not lighten with the weather; it became even more gloomy and oppressive.
The disappearance of Mason Carter was obviously planned by someone with intent, and Owen Moreland's gaze did not just short-sightedly focus on the few individuals who had financial disputes with Amelia Clarke. Apart from them, anyone in ThisCapital with the ability had the potential to be the mastermind.
After remaining silent for a while, Owen Moreland redialed the number that had called him earlier.
