Chapter 33: Irene Mosinaghan?

At that moment, a bright yellow figure dashed towards Irene. "Irene sister!" Irene caught her in her arms and, when the girl lifted her head, Irene smiled: "Long time no see, Marta." "I've been waiting for you for so long! You came so late!" Marta complained, then noticed, "Hey, who are these people? Our family’s bodyguards?" "Hey? Why do they look so unfamiliar?" Hausman let out a sigh of relief. Joyce, not knowing who Marta was, assumed she was some lady from another family and said unhappily, "Miss, please don't meddle in other people's affairs." Marta, who was always sweet and innocent with Irene, was not so kind to others. Raising an eyebrow, Marta retorted, "Who are you to talk to me like that in my own home?" That statement changed everyone's expressions. Anyone who could say this was their home, apart from Stefan, could only be the young lady of the Mosinaghan family. "This is the Mosinaghan mansion. I hope the guests here to participate in the competition exhibit a spirit of friendship, peace, and striving, rather than using external force to intimidate!" Marta glanced at the bodyguards surrounding Irene, then turned to her own guards and coldly asked, "Who let these people in?" "What if one of them is a threat to my brother? Get them out!" The bodyguards broke into a cold sweat: "Yes, Miss!" The area fell silent, then a chorus of agreement erupted. "Miss Marta is right!" "Exactly, how can they let in random bodyguards? It's outrageous!" "Miss Marta, will Mr. Stefan come out to oversee the event?" someone anxiously asked. Marta raised her head, her golden hair curling in beautiful arcs. A bodyguard whispered, "Miss, the boss wants you to return." Marta pretended not to hear, continuing to excitedly chat with Irene. "Miss!" The bodyguard, helpless, called several more times. Marta hugged Irene's arm and, after the unfamiliar bodyguards were expelled, reluctantly said, "Irene sister, I'll find you after the event." Decker watched Irene with jealousy. How did this poor girl get so lucky to even know Stefan's sister? Joanna had a bold and terrifying thought. Just now, the young lady of the Mosinaghan family called Irene "sister"! If Irene isn't from the Kashi family, could she be from the Mosinaghan family? If that were the case, it would explain Irene's confidence! As the bodyguards left with Marta, Joanna breathed a sigh of relief, feeling amused by her own thoughts. Impossible. If it were true, why would Irene participate in this competition? Irene patted Hausman: "Get ready." Seeing the unusually quiet young man, Irene smiled. She wasn't surprised Hausman recognized her. After all, they had spent a month together on a mission, and Irene hadn't tried to hide. If he couldn't even do this, how could he be the deputy leader of the Scorpion Mercenary Group? "Get ready for what?" Joel asked curiously. "Get ready to team up with me and win the championship." Joel's older brother, who had planned to call him back, saw his loudmouthed brother and stayed put. One was Decker, who had influence but seemed shady, and the other was Irene, who had a good relationship with the Mosinaghan family. Joel's older brother couldn't decide who had the upper hand. So, he let Joel stay there. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Mosinaghan mansion for the first detective competition!" A figure appeared on the balcony on the second floor. "Who is that?" After the enthusiastic applause, someone quietly asked the person next to them. "That's the head of Palmier, the biggest partner of Karst this quarter! Also, the eldest daughter of the Palmier family, Felice!" Hausman squinted and said. "You seem to know her well." Hausman said, "Of course, I do. She served in the army and earned a third-class merit on the North Asian battlefield, encountering the Scorpion Mercenary Group and escaping unscathed. Who wouldn't remember that?" Hausman spoke without looking at Irene but observed her from the corner of his eye. "The Scorpion Mercenary Group?" Joel asked curiously. "You don't know! They're a particularly famous mercenary team in recent years, reputed never to fail! They're my idols!" Owen said, his eyes shining. "As a citizen of Country Q, why would you idolize mercenaries? Aren't they people who do anything for money?" Irene asked deliberately. "That's not true! The Scorpion Mercenary Group is different! Someone studied their mission patterns carefully; their targets are always those with serious crimes or organizations! Are those just money-crazed lunatics? No, they're righteous international police!" Owen corrected Irene indignantly. Irene raised an eyebrow and glanced at Hausman. Hausman coughed lightly, his large face turning red, making one feel a bit nauseous. "We've prepared a gift for everyone here! Please enjoy!" A large screen dropped from the second floor, and the banquet hall's blackout curtains automatically rose. A woman's face appeared on the screen. The photo was very blurry. The woman had blood running from her eyes, her arms hung up, and a masked man behind her held a knife to her throat. "This is a photo from the crime scene thirty years ago! Please answer a question correctly to win 100,000 Q dollars!" "Time limit: two minutes!" "Is this the start of the competition?" someone asked. Felice smiled and said, "Of course not. This is just a little game. The case was solved four days ago. May the deceased rest in peace, and may justice and law prevail!" "If there are no questions, I'll announce the question now!" "Who is the victim in the photo?" A small commotion broke out, quickly settling as everyone scrutinized the photo, not missing any detail. Joanna frowned. The scene was a bedroom, common in Country Q, with a wardrobe, bedside lamp, and a small table beside the wardrobe cluttered with clothes. Neither person showed their lower body. The girl revealed her face and collarbone, while the man behind her had exposed hands with a strange black tattoo. The photo was very blurry. The bedroom door was open, showing a small part of the outside. A blurred figure seemed to be in the glow outside. The screen went dark. The blackout curtains rose. "Time's up—wasn't that question easy? We'll use a buzzer system—please answer!" Sari raised his hand first. "Oh? The gentleman over there was first, please answer!" "The victim is—the man!" This statement caused an uproar among the crowd.