Chapter 2567
The First Heir
Pete cursed to hell and back, but in desperation, he could only agree to Philipâs request.
Half an hour later, under physical and mental torture, Pete finally drew out the internal structure of the
four bases of the Lovelace family, complete with the facilities and arrangements for defense.
Philip looked at these drawings. A cloud of gloom flashed across his face. He tossed them to Fennel
and said, âYou make the arrangements.â
Fennel naturally understood what Philip meant. He took the blueprints and said to Hans, âContact the
Strategist immediately and make arrangements to take down these four bases!â
âYes, Boss!â
Hans was excited. He finally had work to do!
Here, Philip stared at Pete coldly, tossed him a phone, and said, âContact the other party.â
Pete was very aggrieved. He took the phone hesitantly, dialed a number, and said, âDr. Garner, itâs me,
Pete. Thereâs something urgent I need to discuss with you face-to-face right now.â
On the other end of the phone, an elderly manâs voice asked, âPete? Whatâs the matter? Itâs very late
now.â
Pete glanced at Philip, whose eyes were terribly cold. He said, âItâs really important! Uh, itâs something
requested by Young Master Lovelace. You know his temper well. We canât afford any delays.â
There was silence on the other end of the phone before the voice said, âOkay, letâs meet at Yatter Café
then.â
After the call, Pete tremblingly returned the phone to Philip and said, âThe other party asked us to meet
at Yatter Café.â
Philip started walking and said to Fennel, âLetâs go.â
Swoosh!
The subordinates dragged Pete into the car, and everyone rushed to Yatter Café. About 20 minutes
later, Fennel, Philip, and the others arrived at Yatter Café. However, even after waiting for 10 minutes,
there were no signs of Dr. Garner!
Philip sat in the car, stared at Pete coldly, and asked, âAre you lying to us?â
Pete quickly shook his head and said, âNo, I didnât! We did agree to meet here. I donât know whatâs
going on either.â
At this moment, several black commercial vehicles drove over from the darkness with their headlights
on. They were all modified medium-sized vehicles!
After the cars stopped, about a dozen bodyguards in black suits got out of the cars, followed by a short
and fat bespectacled old man with gray hair and a white lab coat.
He called out to Philipâs car, âPete, what the hell are you up to?â
Philip looked at Pete and said, â Remember what I said! Get out of the car!â
Pete nodded in response. He had received some treatment for the wound on his leg. He limped out of
the car, smiled at Dr. Garner, and said, âDr. Garner, itâs been a while!â
Philip and Fennel followed behind Pete.
They glanced at the people across the street and silently followed behind Pete.
Dr. Garner looked at the limping Pete and asked in surprise, âPete, whatâs wrong with you?â
Pete laughed and said, âNothing, itâs just a little accident.â
Dr. Garner nodded and turned his attention to Philip and Fennel behind Pete. He frowned and asked,
âWhy did you hire two Eastern bodyguards?â
Pete smiled awkwardly and said, âBecause theyâre cheap.â
Dr. Garner shrugged and said, âSo, whatâs so important that we need to meet and discuss in the middle
of the night?â
At this moment, Philip took a step forward and said coldly, âI need you to help me restore a personâs
memory.â