Chapter 318

Prescott Ellington stood there with his brows furrowed, silent, as if lost in thought. The light cast shadows on his chiseled features, making his expression hard to read. Number Three hesitated a bit before speaking up. “Mr. Ellington, since you’re here in person… do you want to head in and take a look?” That mess of a scene two nights ago, with him totally out of it from drinking, stuck vividly in Number Three’s mind. Even though Prescott seemed fine the next day, after downing that much hard liquor, he couldn’t help worrying—his body surely took a hit. He didn’t get alcohol poisoning, but with booze that strong, at the very least, it had to mess up his stomach. “No need,” Prescott said flatly, giving Number Three a brief glance. “Go get the doctor here, bring the team too. Have him do the collection he needs, then they can head back to the estate.” “Got it, Mr. Ellington. I’ll get them right away.” It wasn’t long before Number Three returned, trailing behind was a doctor who looked