  As the son of the Simpson family, he was not so stupid. Trent could enter the villa area with a recommendation letter. The person he met was the famous big shot, Maddox. There must be something fishy going on.

  

      What he needed to do now was to figure out Trent's true identity. Anyway, he had already obtained Trent's address. He would deal with Trent sooner or later. Trent couldn't run away.

  

      Thinking of this, Barton took out his phone and made a call.

  

      "Beep, beep..." After a while, a low voice came from the other end.

  

      "Barton. Why didn't you come this afternoon?"

  

      The person who answered the phone was a retired old man in his sixties. He also lived in the special villa area. He was one of the big shots in Los Angeles who was in charge of important economic resources, Brennen Bush.

  

      Barton replied apologetically, "I'm sorry, M

  Bah, bah, what am I thinking?

  

      Kiley patted her head and smiled, "Sir, don't misunderstand me. I'm not looking down on you. I just feel that it's a little strange. Thank you for helping me. I'll treat you to breakfast tomorrow."

  

      "Hmm...

  

      "It's getting late. Go to bed early." Trent didn't know what to say. He turned and walked into his room.

  

      Looking at his back, Kiley laughed out loud.

  

      "I didn't expect him to be so shy!"

  

      The next day, early in the morning, Trent woke up from his sleep. He woke up at seven o'clock every day and practiced boxing downstairs to exercise his muscles and bones. This was his habit. At the same time, it was good for his blood circulation. He was ready to fight at any time.

  

      Today was no exception. After washing up, he changed into a set of simple clothes and began training downstairs. It 

  Spencer?

  

      This name had once appeared in a mission report on Maddox's desk. He knew this person. Spencer was the sniper and observer in Wolf Fang Mercenary. He cooperated with Trent and formed the most powerful sniper team in history. Their combination made Wolf Fang Mercenary well-known.

  

      When Wolf Fang Mercenary was on a mission, they were surrounded by many foreign mercenaries. Spencer took bullets for Trent and sacrificed himself on the battlefield. Trent tried everything to complete the mission and took revenge for Spencer's death.

  

      Maddox wanted to protect Trent and let those mercenaries pay the price. However, the other people wanted Trent to take responsibility. After all, they were mercenary soldiers. There was no need for them to fight for a small fry. It was also because of this matter that Maddox slammed the table on the spot. He was so angry that he decided to lead a secluded life.

  

      After that, due to the peculiarity of Wolf Fang Mercenary, even if Spencer died on the battlefield and sacrificed his life for the country, the news blackout of his death was imposed. Even his files were classified as top secret. Only a few people were qualified to read it.

  

      When Trent said this request, Maddox vaguely guessed what he wanted to do.

  

      "You want to tell Spencer's wife and children about his death, right?" Maddox asked.

  

      Trent nodded. "Yes."

  

      "But you know that this is a violation of the regulations. Once it is leaked, do you know what it means?" Maddox asked and sighed.

  

      "I understand, but heroes cannot be unknown. Even if I go to court again, I will not hesitate. His wife and children have the right to know that he was a hero!"

  

      Trent's tone was resolute and decisive.

  

      It tugged at Maddox's heartstrings.

  

      Trent had no fear of the world for his sworn brother.

  

      If anyone had friends like him, they would sacrifice with no regrets!

  

      "OK!"

  

      Maddox did not even think about it. He turned to Delilah and said, "Go. Mention my name to mobilize the intelligence teams outside the country. Check Spencer's file, investigate his wife and children's information, and print a copy of it into Trent's phone. This is the last mission!"

  

      "Yes, I'll complete the mission!"

  

      Trent stood at attention and saluted for the third time.

  

      He was willing to do this.

  

      Trent, who was from Wolf Fang Mercenary, knew very well that the reason why Maddox went abroad to lead the mercenary was not only to guard the border and crush countless foreign killers but also to carry out a special task.

  

      As his leader once said, Maddox was the real hero who hid in the dark and protected the country for decades!

  

      After that, Maddox kept Trent and chatted for a long time. He told many old stories of the past. Unknowingly, two hours had passed. It was turning dark, and the street lights on both sides of the road were also lit up.

  

      "Trent, stay for dinner tonight," Maddox said.

  

      "Thank you, Mr. Olson. I have to say no. My brother might come to pick me up for dinner tonight," Trent declined. It was not that he did not want to have dinner with an old hero. It was just that he was in a hurry to find Spencer's wife and children. An hour after Maddox gave the order, the news from Washington arrived.

  

      "I see... Alright then!"

  

      Maddox stood up from his seat and sent Trent out of the villa.

  

      ...

  

      Night fell.

  

      Pearl-like stars hung high above the sky, watching the people in the world travel at night.

  

      As the second largest economic center city in the country, Los Angeles had always been the most attractive place for young people, especially when night fell. When the tall buildings on the riverside lit up the colorful glass lights, it was a wonderful scenery that could impress anyone.

  

      That night, Barton was furious!

  

      He booked an extremely high-end private room in Blossom Club and invited the personnel manager of the Lennard Group, Laura Eastwood.

  

      When he thought of how his soaking wet body was salvaged from the river, he was so angry that he kept trembling!

  

      Bumpkin brat!

  

      How dare he attack me?

  

      Who did he think he was?

  

      Barton, who had been protected by his family since he was young, had never suffered so much. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. As Laura got off work, Barton wanted to get Trent's information from her and teach him a lesson.

  

      The door to the private room was gently pushed open by a waiter.

  

      "Miss," the waiter stepped aside and said politely.

  

      "Thank you."

  

      Laura had just gotten off work and had yet to change her clothes. The black professional suit on her body perfectly outlined her great figure. From a distance, she looked like a duckweed floating on the surface of the water. It made people have the desire to hug her in their arms.

  

      If not for Rosanna's beauty, Laura would have also become one of Barton's picks.

  

      "Laura, you are here." Barton put on a gentle smile and stood up like a gentleman to move the chair.

  

      "Thank you, Mr. Simpson. You are in such a hurry to treat me to a meal. Is there anything wrong..." Laura smiled and asked with a meaningful look in her eyes.

  

      "Sit down. Let's talk."

  

      "Alright!"

  

      Laura did not stand on ceremony. After all, it was not the first time Barton had treated her to a meal. He did it to ask about Rosanna's schedule to make it easier to pursue Rosanna. This time, it should be the same.

  

      To be honest, Laura was very envious of Rosanna. Laura, who was vain, also wanted to find someone with a deep pocket and great family background. Unfortunately, Barton's heart already belonged to Rosanna.

  

      After sitting down, Barton poured a glass of red wine for Laura. "Laura, this time I invited you here for something. It is Trent, who you just recruited today. The younger brother of the matrilocal son-in-law. I wanna mess with him!"

  

      "Trent?"

  

      Laura frowned. "Did that brat provoke you?"

  

      Barton said harshly, "You don't have to ask about the specifics. I only need his information and address. Can you help me with this?"

  

      "This..."

  

      Laura hesitated. She never thought that Trent would be so stupid to provoke Barton.

  

      Didn't he know that the Simpson family's Jadeite Group would soon reach an important cooperation with the Lennard family?

  

      Idiot!

  

      "Mr. Simpson, what exactly did that brat do? Tell me, and I will report to the president when I get back and ask that bumpkin to get back to the countryside," Laura said fiercely. She, who was snobbish, felt annoyed when she saw Trent for the first time. He got into the company by pulling strings, just like Abert. They were all gigolos.

  

      "No need. It's my own business. I can handle it myself. You don't have to be afraid. I won't tell anyone about you helping me. This is a necklace worth 50 thousand dollars. I hope you like it."

  

      As he spoke, Barton took out a beautifully wrapped gift box and placed it in front of Laura.

  

      50 thousand dollars...

  

      Oh my!

  

      Laura gasped. Her eyes immediately lit up. Since when had she, who came from an ordinary family, ever worn a necklace worth 50 thousand dollars? She worked in the Lennard Group for all these years, and she could not earn that much money.

  

      "How is it? Laura, just take it as a favor. I will remember this!"

  

      Laura did not even think about it and put the necklace into her arms. "Don't worry, Mr. Simpson. I will help you. I don't like that gigolo either. It is better not to see him. He lives in the staff dormitory of our company. If you want to deal with him, just do it at any time!"

  

      "Great!"

  

      After he got Trent's address, Barton's eyes became cold and indifferent.

  

      Brat, you dared to throw me into the river, and now you are doomed!

As the son of the Simpson family, he was not so stupid. Trent could enter the villa area with a recommendation letter. The person he met was the famous big shot, Maddox. There must be something fishy going on.
  
      What he needed to do now was to figure out Trent's true identity. Anyway, he had already obtained Trent's address. He would deal with Trent sooner or later. Trent couldn't run away.
  
      Thinking of this, Barton took out his phone and made a call.
  
      "Beep, beep..." After a while, a low voice came from the other end.
  
      "Barton. Why didn't you come this afternoon?"
  
      The person who answered the phone was a retired old man in his sixties. He also lived in the special villa area. He was one of the big shots in Los Angeles who was in charge of important economic resources, Brennen Bush.
  
      Barton replied apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Bush. I was delayed by something in the afternoon. I'm really sorry."
  
      "Oh,

Chapter 7 He Is Quite Shy