Boss, Your Wife is Asking for A Divorce, Again!

Chapter 1117

Toby placed his interlocked fingers on the dining table without saying a word and he lowered his head as he

considered the situation.

As soon as Sonia saw that, she did not bother him as she held her fork and knife to continue her meal.

After she had taken a few gulps of her food, he finally gave a reaction.

He relaxed both hands and gradually lifted his head. "I'll get the police to reinvestigate the case and look into the

matter once again."

"What if the proper investigation reveals that Mr. Lore was the mastermind behind this? How would you deal with

this?" Sonia stopped eating and placed down her utensils as she glanced at him. This was a point that she was most

interested in.

He lifted his red wine glass and gulped it down. "I've chosen to forsake the Lore Family during this morning's

incident; if Mr. Lore ends up being the mastermind, then naturally, I would not let him get away with this. I will

choose to seek justice for Professor Randall. After all, Professor Randall was the mentor I chose in the first place."

"I agree with that." Sonia stretched out her hand and placed it atop his. "No matter what happens, I'll support your

decision and I'll definitely stand by your side just like how you've always stood by me and supported every single

one of my decisions."

Remaining silent, Toby turned his hand and held her hand in his palms as he gently gripped her hand to indicate his

happy feelings at the moment.

After some time, he let go of Sonia and stood up while holding onto his phone. "I'll make a phone call."

"Are you going to call the police now?" Sonia asked as she lifted her head.

He nodded. "I'll give the special forces a call. Both Professor Randall and Mr. Lore are civil servants and they're

enlisted in the government, so the usual cops would not be able to handle this matter. The investigation would have

to be conducted by the higher-ups."

"Okay. Go ahead, then. Make it quick though because the food is getting cold." Sonia pointed to the lavish spread on

the table.

Toby affirmed, "I'll be back real soon. Start without me."

After saying that, he strode off in his long legs and headed in the direction of the balcony.

On the other end, Harry did not realize that he was the topic of Toby and Sonia's suspicions, and that Toby had

contacted the special forces to reinvestigate the death case from more than ten years ago.

At that moment, Harry was inside a car with Grayson next to him.

Grayson looked at the phone in Harry's hand before turning to look at his wizened face, which was currently

thunderous. He gulped before asking, "Dad, did Toby hang up on you?"

His tone was full of trepidation as he sounded weak and feeble. He was a completely different person from his

haughty self in front of his secretary in the morning.

Indeed, every person had their weak spot regardless of how great they were. Grayson was afraid of the old man

before him, who was his very own father. Therefore, he spoke gingerly when he was faced with Harry.

"Haven't you seen it with your own eyes? Why do you have to ask the obvious?" Clearly, Harry was annoyed by his

son's question as he shot him a disgusting look.

Grayson shrunk back and muttered, "I was just expressing my concern."

"Hah! Don't worry. I am perfectly fine," Harry replied calmly and retracted his gaze.

Grayson ran a hand through his hair. "But then Dad, Toby noticed that you were the one on the line, yet he hung up

the phone. It looks like things are serious this time."

At that moment, Grayson suddenly felt unsure of his assumptions. He had initially thought that even if Toby was

angry about the matter and refused to talk to him, Toby would never ignore Harry. After all, Harry was Toby's

mentor. Perhaps all that was needed was for Harry to voice out and Toby would surely be mindful of Harry's identity

as his mentor and let things slide. Surely, he would never actually go after the Lore Family. However, at this point,

Toby had rejected Harry's call and Grayson suddenly lost confidence that Toby would let the Lore Family get away

just because of Harry's position.

Harry looked at his phone and his dark eyes were unreadable. "Perhaps it's not only this matter with Lynette that

made him refuse my call."

"Was there something else that happened?" Grayson's voice was raised all of a sudden.

Harry heaved a sigh. "This morning, I went over to Fuller Group and met up with Toby, right?"

"Yes, I know that." Grayson nodded.

Harry leaned back slightly. "During our meeting today, I said a lot of nasty things about Sonia in front of Toby and he

was very angry. He instantly escorted me out of Fuller Group. That's why I reckon Toby refused my call not only

because of Lynette's matter, but also because of the words I said to him this morning."

"What should we do then?" Grayson panicked. "It's no wonder that he would be so angry! These two matters added

up are indeed a cause of anger. Dad, if we don't patch things up with Toby as soon as possible, the company will be

in trouble. This afternoon, representatives from several companies called me and they probed about Toby's attitude

toward our family. If word gets out that Toby intends to sever ties with our family, then these companies will surely

come together to attack us. After all, we did offend quite a few companies in the past."

"I don't need you to tell me all this. I'm aware." Harry glared at his useless and panicky son while speaking in a low

voice, "Don't worry, I managed to gain such a great mentee back then, so there is no way I would allow our

relationship to deteriorate."

As soon as Grayson heard Harry's words, he calmed down significantly. However, he was still slightly apprehensive.

"Toby refuses to answer our phone calls though, and he doesn't want to see us at all. We can't even locate him, so

how are we going to patch things up with him?"

Harry pinched his nose bridge. "Don't worry about Toby for now. He's still in a fit of anger from today's incident, so

we shouldn't bother him. Let's give him some time to calm down. Perhaps once he calms down, he will answer our

call and meet up with us.

By then, it would be much easier for us to talk to him."

"So, are we supposed to do nothing now?" Grayson was discontented.

Harry narrowed his eyes in response. "Of course not. We should give him some time to calm down, but that doesn't

mean we're going to stand by and do nothing. Let's go over to Fuller Residence first."

Grayson's eyes sparkled at the sound of that. "Dad, do you intend to talk to Old Mrs. Fuller and tackle the situation

by winning her over?"

Harry affirmed, "Right now, that seems to be the only thing we can do. Old Mrs. Fuller is an elder whom Toby cares

the most about. Once Old Mrs. Fuller voices out, Toby would definitely agree to everything she says."

"This sounds like a great idea, but..." Grayson scratched his head. "Dad, Old Mrs. Fuller has never been too

enthusiastic toward our family members, so will we succeed if we go over to see her?"

"Well, we have to give it a try, don't we?" Harry shot a look at Grayson from the side of his eyes before lowering his

head and expressing calmly, "Plus, I'm not too sure why, but I keep having an uneasy feeling, so we've got to patch

our relationship with Toby as soon as possible. Otherwise, I'm afraid that if this persists, there will be much more

terrible things to occur."

"Okay. Let's head over right now." Grayson nodded and instructed the driver to start the car.

An hour later, they arrived at Fuller Residence and the duo alighted from the car to clarify their identities to the

security guards.

The security guards knew that Harry was Toby's mentor, so they took into account Harry's position and naturally did

ont dare to delay the situation. As such, the guards reported the situation to the main house instantly.

It was past 9.00PM and Rose had just gotten ready for bed with Mary's help. She was just about to retire to bed

when there was a knock on the door.

Mary frowned in annoyance. "It's so late. Why are the servants knocking on the door at this time of the night?"

"There must be something urgent. Open the door, Mary," Rose spoke with a smile as she was not bothered at all.

"That's alright. They can wait. I'll help you into bed first," said Mary as she helped Rose plump up her pillow.

Mary was insistent, so Rose went along with Mary's words and got into bed. After Rose made herself comfortable in

bed, Mary tucked her under the blanket before turning around to open the door.