Female Novel
Chapter 1006
Chapter 1006 We Need A Professional
Allison could tell that Jon was thinking about money. She was worried that trouble would follow oncethe antiques entered the black market.
She said, "No, you can't do that now. Old Master Crawford is very angry that you hurt his preciousgreat-granddaughter, and he'll find out that you stole the antique if you release them into the blackmarket now. Also, your jammer is useless. They're restoring the footage, and I don't know if you'vemanaged to sneak in undetected. No, you'll have to leave A City and lay low fora while."
Jon frowned. Things were not that complicated when he first accepted the job!
"I don't have money now. I'll only have the money to run away after I sell the antiques," he said whilelighting up a cigarette, indicating that he was not going anywhere.
Allison took out a fat stack of banknotes from her handbag and handed it to him. "Here's two hundredthousand dollars. I've withdrawn this from my credit card. Deduct this from your pay that I've promisedyou, and we'll split the rest after you've sold the antiques."
Jon's eyes widened when he saw the money, though he was not quite satisfied because the amountwas less than what Allison had promised him. "That's not going to be enough. What if you go back onyour word? I'd rather keep the antiques with me."
Allison glared at him. 'What a greedy man!’ "Isn't this enough for you? If I had money, I wouldn't havehired you to steal the antiques! Don't worry, I'll keep to my word. Ever since you stepped into CrawfordManor, we've been on the same boat. I won't be so stupid as to betray you. Take the money, buy aticket, and leave A City now," she said as she stuffed the money into his hands. Then, she went furtherinto the house and inspected the antiques.
She was satisfied that Jon knew the worth of the antiques. He had made sure that all the antiques werenot damaged while he was escaping.
Jon blew a smoke ring. "What do you think? I took anything that wasn't bolted down." "Not bad. Packthem up again and bring them to my car. I want to lock them in the safe of my mansion. After thingshave died down a bit, come back and help me sell the antiques," Allison said with satisfaction. She wasalso in dire need of money, but she had to be patient.novelbin
She still had a hundred thousand dollars on her credit card. That would barely last her until she got thedividends from T Corporation.
Jon deftly repackaged the antiques and stuffed them into a sack.
Allison opened the door, looked to her left and right to see that there was no one around, and quicklystepped out of Jon's house.
Jon carried the sack and placed it in Allison's car boot. Seeing that she was quite generous, he said,"Let me give you a word of warning, Ma'am. You should be wary of Elsa and Elise. Don't ever let themsee these antiques." "What about them?" Allison asked curiously. However, she was not planning toshow the antiques to the sisters anyway.
The fewer people who knew about it, the better.
"They're not good people." Jon leaned on Allison's car and lit another cigarette. "They say birds of afeather flock together, and I'm friends with them. Don't fall for their lies, Madam."
Allison frowned. The sun was getting hotter, and her skin could not take it." I know. You'd better notlinger here for too long either. Also, don't brag about what you've done. I don't want a third person toknow about this." "Of course. I'm not an idiot." Jon stubbed out the cigarette.
Allison drove the car away. Before she returned to the mansion, she made up an excuse so that Elsaand Elise vacated the place. She felt a lot more relieved after storing all the antiques in her safe.
Crawford Manor was brightly lit at night. The technicians from the security company were still tryingtheir best to restore the footage.
The restoration process was at its last step. After seeing that the footage was playing normally, thetechnicians breathed a sigh of relief.
Luke glanced at the screen. The footage was black-and-white because all the lights were off. The thiefseemed to know where the cameras were, though he could not avoid being captured in the frame whenhe walked up the stairs.
"Zoom into that person's face," he ordered.
The technician did what was told. The image was blurry, and the man was wearing a balaclava. Therewere no distinguishing features.
"We've tried our best. This is as much as we can restore," the manager explained. The day had beenmuch more taxing than the entire past year.
The quality of the restored footage was not up to par, and the signal jammer seemed to have vanished.
"Send the footage to my email," Luke said sullenly.
"Yes." The manager breathed a sigh of relief and forwarded the footage to Luke's email.
After the people from the security company left, Crawford Manor was silent once more.
Luke sat in the living room, cast the footage onto the television, and replayed it continuously.
Bianca brought over a cup of floral tea and some desserts and placed them on the coffee table. "Youdidn't eat too much at dinnertime. Do you want a snack?"
Luke's heart warmed when he saw the swirling steam from the cup of tea.
He lowered his head and kissed her. "Thank you, Bea." "No, thank you." Bianca blushed slightly. EvenOld Master Crawford had retired to his bedroom after the long day. Only Luke remained in the livingroom replaying the footage trying to look for clues.
Bianca had also seen the footage. The thief was very careful, as though he had an insider. They couldnot discern anything from the footage.
Bianca glanced at the television and saw the part where the thief went up the stairs. "That's strange,"she said while furrowing her brows.
"Why do you say that?" Luke was slowly chewing on a tart. He wanted to know what Bianca thought.
"The thief managed to evade all the cameras, as though he's very familiar with the layout of the house.However, he stumbled when he was climbing up the stairs, which means that he's not familiar with thehouse at all. If he managed to avoid all the cameras, it meant that someone must have told him theirlocations..." Bianca said.
Luke had suspected that the thief had come to the mansion before. However, he soon rejected thatthought.
If that person had only come once, he would not have been able to spot all the cameras at one glance.
The guess was more plausible if that person had come to the mansion many times and recorded downthe location of the cameras.
"You're right." Luke looked appreciatively at Bianca. Most people would only notice where the thief wasgoing, but they would not notice that the thief stumbled slightly after stepping up the staircase.
He must have thought that there was another step.
"If you can't see his face or body, it must be hard to investigate." Bianca frowned and continued toreplay the footage. The footage was blurry, and none of the thief's features could be identified.
"That's why well need a professional." Luke opened the chatting application on his laptop.