That rich voice was still testing little Lyon: "If the correctional officer asks where you found the stolen goods, what would you say?"
"In...in the cold room."
"very good."
"...Mr. Chandler, Miss Daisy is very good to me, so I framed her like this..."
Snapped! Before little Leon finished speaking, he was interrupted by a crisp slap.
"Don't forget, if you disobey, your mother will suffer." The voice was lowered, like a wolf growling, "You don't want to wake up one day and your mother is gone, right? "
Sean heard little Leon's muffled cries.
Then, they didn't speak again.
Sean, who was already a little tired, probably understood what happened, so he took back his soul.
Lying in the dark room, he began to think.
"It seems that someone wants to use black market magic products to frame Miss Daisy.
“They focused on little Lyon and wanted him to report it.
“Daisy has helped me a lot and I’m definitely going to tell her about it.
"But..." Sean narrowed his eyes slightly, "In New York City, if your business reaches the level of Miss Daisy, you will more or less have a gang background. I wonder if she will let little Lyon go?
"Little Leon is just a child who wants to protect his mother. Maybe I have to think carefully about how to reveal it..."
Thinking about all these things, Sean fell into sleep.
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Perhaps because he was too tired from reading last night, it was almost noon when Sean woke up.
Before going to bed, he had already thought about how to remind Daisy without revealing his special abilities, so after cleaning himself up, he went straight to the restaurant on the twelfth floor.
There was no one in the restaurant at this time. Sean judged based on his memory. He judged that the conversation last night should have taken place in the kitchen, so he chose a seat near the kitchen and ordered a pan-fried anchovy with asparagus and mashed potatoes. He drank it deliciously with coffee. Finished.
After doing this, he went directly to the first floor and knocked on Miss Daisy's door.
She was wearing a sky blue suit today, her makeup was still exquisite, and a pair of sapphire earrings echoed the color of the dress very well - Sean had to admit that Daisy had a good aesthetic.
After opening the door, Daisy seemed happy to see Sean, with a smile on her cold face: "I'm just going to find you. Come in.
"I have made an appointment with Bill. We will go to his house together tomorrow afternoon."
Sean walked into the office and closed the door: "Okay."
"coffee?"
Sean walked to the window and glanced a few times: "No, I have something to tell you."
He motioned for Daisy to sit down. Seeing that Sean had something important to do, Daisy sat on the sofa opposite with some curiosity.
Sean crossed his fingers: "Have you offended anyone recently?"
Daisy was a little surprised: "Probably...no. What's wrong?"
Sean sighed and said deliberately vaguely: "I was eating in a restaurant and overheard a conversation.
"One of them had a very strong Celtic accent and sounded like a man over forty years old; the other one had a very young voice...
"The middle-aged man threatened the young man. He asked the young man to go to the discipline center to report that there were black market items hidden in the cold room of your hotel."
Daisy's eyes were confused: "There are none of those things in the refrigerator..."
"I know, I think they are trying to put the blame on you!"
The soft smile disappeared from Daisy's face. She was silent, took out a long slender cigarette, stuffed it into the ivory holder, lit it, and took a deep breath. She was thinking.
It was the first time Sean saw Daisy look like this - a cold woman thinking about cold things.
"Are you sure you heard correctly? Sean." Daisy's green eyes flashed with danger. Sean was a little glad that he didn't say that "young voice" was little Leon.
"You heard me right." He was sure this was going to be a bloody event.
Daisy smoked a cigarette for a while, lit the ashes in the ashtray, and still had a smile on her face: "Thank you, Sean. I just got on the line with someone from the discipline center, and someone wants to interfere with it... So dangerous. You are my lucky star."
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Sean, who returned to the room, could not forget Daisy's expression in the smoke for a long time.
"She was indeed involved in a gang..."
However, this does not affect Sean's opinion of her: "Everyone has different experiences, and there is no need to judge others.
"What's more, if she has a gang background, it will be more beneficial for me to find Aaliyah."
The doorbell rings.
"Come in." Sean's eyes did not leave the "Seeker's Manual" in front of him. The room attendant came in pushing the dining cart: "It's time to have your meal, sir."
After hearing the voice, Sean turned around in surprise: "Why are you delivering the food today?"
Little Leon's face looked very bad. If you look carefully, one side of his face was slightly swollen: "The room is full today and there are not enough staff..."
He put the veal steak and fried potatoes on the table and was about to push the cart away. Sean, who had already thought about it carefully, stopped him: "Leon, you look like you have something on your mind."
His eyes evaded: "...I'm fine, sir."
"Is it a family matter?"
"No, sir." He sniffed.
"That's a work thing."
"...You can say that." He pinched his fingers, as if he didn't want to say too much.
"What's your full name?"
"Leon Garcia."
"Are your parents from South Delzhou?"
"Yes, sir."
After all, he is a child and is not very defensive. Sean quickly led him into a chatting state.
Sean wanted to help this poor kid who was being bullied by adults. But he didn't intend to let Leon know his secret.
Sean, who used to be a professional journalist, was good at talking. He casually talked about a few of his experiences and insights, and Leon's eyes sparkled. He regarded himself as an experienced "wise man" and a trustworthy person. of adults.
Then, Sean guided Leon and expressed his dilemma in a vague way.
Leon wiped his red eyes with the back of his hand: "They asked me to do something very, very bad. If I refused to do it, they threatened to kill my family. They are gang members and they are terrible. I don't Know what to do..."
Sean knew what he wanted to achieve - he wanted Leon to take the initiative to confess to Daisy. Only in this way can the child be freed from the danger of gang war.
Fables have a huge power of moral inheritance. Many of a child's basic moral concepts are formed from the fables he is exposed to.
Therefore, Sean told a story about "honesty" and "courage" to let Leon "understand" what he should do.
The story seemed to give Leon courage. He stood up straight and his eyes were bright: "You are right, the families of honest and brave people will be blessed by God! I know what to do!"
Sean smiled and nodded, and added: "You are a kind child. I think your mother taught you this too, right?"
"Yes, Mr. Shawn. My mother always told me to be honest."
"Yes, so you have to listen to your mother, right?" The hint of "listen to your mother" dilutes Sean's teaching just now - when Leon thinks about the reason why he mustered up the courage to be honest, he will only think that it is his mother who has always teachings since then.
When Leon left, he bowed deeply to Sean. A pair of eyes full of admiration and gratitude...
When Leon closed the door, the "life coach" sighed, sat back at the desk, and continued to "gnaw on books."
