Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee by KIKI

Chapter 766: Someone Causes Trouble at the Property Office Tina let out a long sigh, releasing the frustration in her chest, and looked up at Jared.

"Uncle, the X Bureau has been disbanded. Are the people who were locked up in their prison still there?" she asked. Jared paused, visibly startled. "Letcheck," he said.

He had heard that the prisoners from the X Bureau's facility had been relocated, but since he didn't work there, he hadn't paid much attention. While he wasn't sure what Tina was planning, he figured it wouldn't hurt to give Christopher a call to find out. After all, if Tina wanted to know, it had to be important.

Meanwhile, at the Bailey family estate, the large tea hall was filled with people. Victor sat at the head of the room, surrounded by several key figures, including Luke Gill and Mrs. Ogden, who should have been playing the pitiful patient in the hospital but was instead sitting upright, her demeanor tense and formal.

"Luke, what's the situation at the hospital now?" Victor asked, his gaze sweeping over the assembled crowd before landing on Luke.

Sitting beside him, Luke lowered his head, fidgeting with his phone. His knuckles moved restlessly as he muttered, "I was late, Dad. I'm sorry. I underestimated Tina and her people. I didn't think they'd react so quickly." Victor's eyes flashed with disappointment, but seeing Luke's downcast expression, he couldn't bring himself to speak harshly. Instead, he nodded lightly. "The Farrell family has always been difficult to deal with. You haven't interacted with them before, so it's understandable that you were caught off guard. Phil Walker, Mrs. Ogden, what about your end?" Phil Walker chuckled, patting his chest confidently. "Don't worry about it. The idiots online are easy to manipulate. I've already leaked the Dyer family's location to them. By now, that pathetic old man and the little girl are probably trapped at their home." Mrs. Ogden gripped the fabric of her skirt, her hands trembling slightly. "I know someone in the villa district where they live. I've already told her about the situation, and she agreed to rally the residents to force the Dyer family out." "But," she hesitated, her voice uneasy, "she said she wants $10,000 once it's done." It was her first tmeeting Victor in person, and the imposing presence of such a prominent family made her nervous. She swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she continued, "Mr. Bailey, what do you think...?" Victor waved dismissively, unconcerned. "Don't worry. As long as the job gets done, $10,000 is nothing." After all, if they could obtain the formula, the Langdon family's reward would far exceed that amount. Victor had calculated everything perfectly-this time, they had to succeed. Failure was not an option.

He turned to Luke. "Turn up the heat on the online rumors. And find the new location of those two old fools from the Dyer family as soon as possible. As for Elsa, I want to see exactly how tough she can be." Phil Walker, who had been quietly listening, exchanged a glance with Luke, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes. "Doesn't Elsa still have her parents' graves? Why don't we dig them up and see if there's anything useful inside? Even if there isn't, we could use her parents' ashes to threaten her-it'd be more effective than using those two old geezers, Joseph and Hannah." The tea hall fell silent at his suggestion.

Luke's bangs obscured his sharp gaze as he hesitated, then reluctantly agreed. "It's not a bad idea, but what if it backfires?" "How could it backfire?" Victor burst into laughter. "Phil Walker, you always cup with the best ideas. Luke, you're too upright. You should learn from your uncle! Take speople and head to the cemetery. The Dyer family thought they'd be at peace in death, but they'll still be used to deal with their daughter!" Luke forced a smile, an almost imperceptible glimmer of cunning flickering in his eyes.

At the property office in the villa district, chaos had erupted.

"What kind of property management is this?! Letting a rapist move in? Are you completely disregarding the safety of the residents here?!" a woman dressed in a simple yet elegant long dress shouted, her voice sharp. "Exactly! We paid so much for houses here because we wanted peace of mind! Look at what you've done-letting a criminal live here! What if something happens to our children? Can you take responsibility?!" another resident chimed in angrily The woman, Adriana Smith, led a group of similarly aged men and women, all gathered at the property office entrance. Two towering bodyguards, each over six feet tall, stood behind them, holding a large red banner. Black, bold letters were neatly printed on it: "Dyer Family, Get Out of Our Neighborhood!" The property manager, Bronny, looked miserable, his forced smile more like a grimace as he repeatedly bowed and apologized. "Mrs. Smith, I'm truly sorry, but we don't have the authority to evict anyone. Everyone here is a homeowner. We're just here to provide services-how could we possibly have the power to do something like that?" Privately, he thought to himself that if they really wanted to make a scene, they should do it at the Dyer family's doorstep. They weren't a government agency that could investigate people's backgrounds for three generations. As long as someone had the money to buy a house, even a fugitive could move in without them knowing!

Adriana planted her hands on her hips, her tone impatient. "What kind of nonsense is that?! It's the property management's responsibility tom protect the safety of the residents. We're making a request, and you're refusing to act?!" "Exactly! All this talk about homeowners-I doubt that Joseph Dyer even has money! The Dyer family went bankrupt over a decade ago. Where would they get the money to buy a house here?!" "That house was vacant for years. Who knows what tricks Elsa used to move in! Your property management is far too lax. It's disgraceful! I'll be filing a complaint!" another resident shouted indignantly. The small crowd grew increasingly agitated, their voices filled with anger and disgust.

Behind Bronny, his young assistant scanned the group, noting that all the protesters were owners of smaller units in the district. She rolled her eyes disdainfully and muttered under her breath, "Cowards. They're just too scared to confront the Dyer family directly because of the bodyguards at their door, so they're taking it out on us. Pathetic."

"What did you just say?!" Adriana's sharp voice cut through the noise. She stepped forward, her heavily made-up eyes glaring menacingly at the assistant. Although she hadn't heard every word, she had caught the term "cowards." The assistant wasn't fazed. She had dealt with far more intimidating residents before. Compared to the owners of the sprawling mansions in the district, Adriana was nothing. "I said you're cowards! If you're so bold, why don't you take banner and cause trouble at the Dyer family's door instead of bothering us here?" your

"How dare you?!" Bronny's face darkened as he turned to reprimand his assistant. Before Adriana could explode, he quickly apologized, "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Smith. She's just an intern and doesn't n't know the rules. But truly, we don't have the authority to E evict anyone. Mrs. Dyer isn't the homeowner, but the original owner of the villa contacted us when they moved in. Unless the owner personally asks us to remove them, no one has the right to do so." Adriana didn't believe a word of it. How could a family as destitute as the Dyers have anyone willing to help them? "Don't lie to me! If you're so confident, showwho the owner is. I want to see which fool would shelter people like them!"