Lance listened to Xavier's report, his demeanor becoming sharp. "Where is that security company?"
"In Vlover," Xavier replied.
Lance narrowed his eyes and ordered coldly, "Book the earliest flight to Vlover right now."
"Yes," Xavier responded without further questions, nodded, and left.
Shortly after Xavier left, Lance picked up the phone on the table and called Deanna.
Deanna's sweet voice soon came through the phone, "What's up?"
"The company in Vlover has a situation. I need to head over there. Try to stay home these next few days. If you must go out, take Shannon and Leighton with you," Lance instructed carefully, not revealing the full truth.
Deanna didn't think much of it and replied, "I understand. Don't worry about me. Just be safe in Vlover. Remember to eat on time and take care of yourself. If I find out you've lost weight when you come back, I'll be upset."
"Alright, I'll do what what you told me to," Lance responded affectionately.
After chatting for a while longer, they ended the call.
That night, Lance arrived in Vlover.
Since it was late, the security company had already closed for the day, so he didn't go there immediately.
After checking into the hotel, he looked at Xavier and questioned, "Did we find any suspicious individuals from Vortex Technology's surveillance among this security company's employees?"
"Yes, we did. We gathered most of the company's employee information online and compared it with our suspects. Three of them are confirmed to be employees of this company," Xavier said, taking out a stack of photos and documents from his briefcase and handing them respectfully to Lance.
Lance took the documents and examined them. Indeed, three suspects matched.
He quickly set down the documents and photos, his face icy. "Good. Arrange for us to go there first thing in the morning."
"Yes!" Xavier responded and went to make the arrangements.
Soon, Lance was alone in the room.
He looked at the documents on the table with cold eyes, already sentencing the company in his mind.
Anyone who dared to mess with Deanna was courting death!
The next day, around ten o'clock, Lance left the hotel with Xavier.
Outside the hotel, a row of black cars was already parked. Four stern-looking bodyguards in black suits stood by each car.
These were some of Lance's private bodyguards.
As Lance got into his car, the bodyguards followed suit, getting into their cars and trailing closely behind.
In less than ten minutes, the convoy arrived at the security company's entrance.
Lance got out of the car with a cold expression.
Xavier got out from the passenger seat and stood by his side.
At the same time, the bodyguards from the other cars also got out and stood respectfully behind them, creating an imposing presence.
Onlookers were frightened and quickly hid away.
The security company staff noticed the commotion at the entrance. They used their radios to contact higher-ups while cautiously watching Lance and his group.
Lance noticed the guard's gaze but ignored it, striding towards the entrance.
"Stop! Who are you? Do you have an appointment? No appointment, no entry!" The guard dutifully blocked Lance's path.
If it weren't for his trembling legs, one might think he wasn't afraid of Lance and his men.
Lance glanced coolly at the guard blocking his way and said lightly, "Xavier."
"Yes!" Xavier responded and signaled to one of the bodyguards behind him.
In an instant, a bodyguard stepped forward and restrained the guard.
The guard hadn't expected them to act so quickly. Unprepared, he was easily subdued and could only struggle futilely. "What are you doing? Let me go!"
But no matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free from the bodyguard's grip and could only watch as Lance led his men into the company.
Inside, Lance headed straight for the manager's office.
Any staff members who tried to stop them were quickly dealt with by Xavier's bodyguards.
In no time, Lance reached the office unimpeded.
Xavier tactfully stepped forward and opened the door.
Inside, a middle-aged man sat at a desk, not looking surprised by their arrival.
"Mr. Mercer, it's an honor to have you here. However, isn't it a bit inappropriate to come with such a large entourage?" The middle-aged man greeted Lance with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
Lance narrowed his eyes and walked up to him unceremoniously. "Inappropriate? Don't pretend you don't know why I'm here."
The middle-aged man fell silent at these words.
He indeed knew why Lance had come.
That's also why he tolerated Lance barging into his company. Otherwise, he would have already dealt with him using underworld rules.