The Secret Heir's Return to Wealth and Love novel Chapter 1292

In the end, his gaze landed on something from six years ago.

"Did they investigate Heatherway Rosso?"

"Yes!" Sean nodded, "Before your engagement, Orson was in charge of investigating Heatherway's overseas background. The issue of your wife's forged pregnancy medical report was investigated by Atticus."

Wayne frowned, while Sean was nearly overwhelmed by the stench of the corpse.

"President Silverman, you should leave soon to avoid smelling like this place."

Wayne snapped back to reality and glanced at the morgue.

"Do they have any remaining family?" He asked.

Sean shook his head; Wayne's anger was nearly palpable.

"I swear I’ll make whoever did this pay!"

With that, Wayne strode out, and a cool breeze greeted him at the door.

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in his head.

"Sean."

"President Silverman, I'm here." Sean quickly walked over.

"Do you think the killer organization Olivia found is the best in this industry?" Wayne asked.

Without hesitation, Sean nodded. "Before being defeated by Mrs. Jared, the Viper Organization was definitely a top-tier killer organization."

"So, is it possible for a top-tier killer organization to fail to kill Jeffery Whaley?" Wayne asked Sean, looking at him.

In truth, he already had an answer when he asked the question.

He immediately called a number. "Do you still have the leader of the Viper Organization? He's still alive, right? Well, ask him something for me..."

After hanging up, he quickly told Sean. "I need to see Jeffery immediately."

"Understood, I'll arrange it right away!"

"Didn't I tell you not to wait up for me?" Wayne's voice was gentle but a bit helpless, "It might be a while before I can get back; go to sleep like a good girl; I'll be home by the time you wake up."

"Is something wrong?" Rosalynn asked worriedly, "Don't hide things from me."

Wayne was silent for a moment. "One of my former employees died and I came to check on his corpse."

"Who?" Rosalynn was taken aback.

"Atticus."

The name was vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place it.

"Was he murdered?" She asked.

Wayne grunted in affirmation.

"Okay. The weather is terrible tonight; be careful. Ask the driver to slow down; I'll be waiting at home for you." Rosalynn said gently.