Chapter 956

Jackie stopped in his tracks. Turning around, he looked at her and asked, “What do you mean?”

Maisie sipped on the wine in the glass, lifted her eyelids to look at him, and said,” My son almost had an
accident at school due to an assassination attempt and your car was at the school that day. Thus, I
investigated you.”

Jackie gnashed his teeth, and his face turned dark.

Maisie studied his expression secretly. Apparently, Jackie did not know anything about it. However, there
was no way he would not know who could drive his car.

She put the glass down and rose to her feet. “Since we used to be classmates, I came here today to
have a talk with you.

Sincerely.”

Jackie bumped the back of his teeth with his tongue. He might look like a gentleman on the surface, but
only he himself knew that it was nothing more than a disguise.

“What if we can’t talk it out?”

Maisie fixed her gaze on him and said, “If we can’t talk this out, then we have to see what the Cliffords
can do to solve this matter for you.”

He walked closer to Maisie and offered her a smile. “Are you threatening me?”

Lifting her eyebrows, Maisie responded with a smile of her own and said, “You can put it that way.”



Jackie stared at Maisie for a long while. The smile on his face slowly broadened as he said, “Seems like I
underestimated you when we were still studying at school. How come I didn’t realize that you had this
kind of threatening skill before?” Maisie chuckled lightly. “People change, and is it not the same with you
as well Mr. Clifford?”

Jackie rose to his feet and dusted his suit. “If you want to talk to me, then I’m free tomorrow morning.”

He slipped a business card that he held in his fingers into her pocket and added, “It’s up to you now.”

He loosened his tie, and his smile disappeared when he turned around. Then, he left without turning his
head back.

Tristan had been observing from the sideline. He put the wine glass down and said, “Now you know that
there is not a single one from the Cliffords that is easy to deal with, right?”

Maisie had forgotten about Tristan. She turned around to look at him. “Did you stay here because you
didn’t want me to be alone with him, Mr. Knowles?”





Tristan lifted his head and replied, “Now that you know what Jackie is, I suggest you drop your thought if
you think you can get any information from him.”

When he was about to leave, Maisie called out to him. “Thank you very much, Mr. Knowles. For the
things that you did tonight, as well as your suggestion. But for my daughter’s sake, I think I know what I
should do.”

Tristan was stunned. His face turned slightly gloomy before he resumed walking and left.

At Octavia, in the Clifford manor…



A servant stopped outside of the study room and knocked on the door. “Elder Master Clifford.”

After he got his permission, the servant pushed the door and walked into the study room. The study
room was filled with books, brushes , and paintings. It was decorated in antique style, and an old man
was sitting behind the desk. He was holding a brush in his hand, and he asked without lifting his head.
“What’s the matter?”

The servant replied respectfully, “Madam Knowles has brought Young Master Knowles to Octavia.”

The old man stood up straight and dipped the brush in paint. As he continued to draw on the paper, he
said, “Just settle them down somewhere else and inform them to have someone pick them up as soon
as possible. I don’t want to have this kind of trouble on my home turf.”

The servant said hesitantly, “But…”

The old man lifted his head. “But what?”

The servant lowered his head and replied,” They didn’t only bring Young Master Knowles along. They
also mistakenly kidnapped the youngest daughter of the Goldmanns.”

Cildpler yo0

Thomas put the brush down and said sternly, “The Goldmanns? Why did they involve the Goldmanns in
this?”

He waved his sleeve and put his hands behind his back. “Where are the two kids now?”

“They’re currently in your wine cellar,” the servant replied.

A Stretch Lincoln Limousine was parked near the wine cellar. The wine cellar was located in a remote
area, and it was also the same place he used to produce wines.



The black-clad man guarding outside walked forward and greeted him, “What brought you here at this
late hour, Elder Master Clifford?”


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