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Chapter 342

Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me Chapter 342

Once Vinson's John Hancock was committed to paper, Charles carefully, and almost delicately, placed the contract back into his own briefcase. "For the payment process afterward, you need only provide the supporting documents and we'll be able to assist you in completing the rest. In less than a week, this house will be yours. Since the paintings and wine collection of the previous owner are still here, we may stil need a few days to clear them out before it would be possible for you to move in."

Vinson amicably waved him off with his hand. "It's fine. I'm in no rush so you can hand me the keys whenever you're done packing."

That left Charles delirious with joy. This seemingly mean-looking customer's actually quite pleasant to deal with!

When Charles turned to regard the flames licking around the car in the distance, he suddenly thought the whole spectacle involving the vehicular explosion to be a thing of beauty.

After the paperwork was completed, Vinson headed straight for the site of the explosion.

By the time he got there, his subordinates had already put out the flames, leaving behind a stinging and noxious charring that assailed his nostrils as soon as he neared, Carter was in the middle of inspecting the insides of the car while Jordan was hunched over and retching by the

roadside.

Vinson ignored the stench and approached Carter. "Do you have anything?"

Carter shook his head and pointed toward the insides of the car. "Everything's been turned to ashes. There were four of them inside, and they were all armed."

The scene inside the car was indeed nauseating when Vinson cast an eye within. The imagery of those four burned men was clearly not for the fainthearted. Compared to Jordan, he had not as an adverse a reaction to it himself and merely furrowed his brows before he said with a straight face, "Get samples of their DNA. Their boss has to be someone prominent; we should be able to get something off of them."

Initially downcast, Carter applauded when he heard that. "You're right! No matter how well hidden whoever is behind them, surely his subordinates have to be people we'll be able to trace? If we follow this lead who knows whether we'd be able to uncover the identity of their leader!"

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Jordan, who was hopping mad before, heard this, and his eyes brightened up. He got back to his feet and seemed to want to say something.

That was before he had to dash back and stoop down by the roadside to regurgitate his lunch. He was puzzled as to why he was the only one to have such an extreme reaction. Did those two lose their sense of smell? How

could they still be in a mood to discuss anything?

It did not take two long for them to collect the genetic samples they needed, and they quickly worked to clean up the site before they made a hasty retreat.

Jordan was doing slightly better now, and he opened up the side windows to let the air circulate. "I've been seriously traumatized and in need of a vacation. None of you are to bother me."

Carter paid no heed to him and turned to Vinson instead. "It'll probably take three days after the results are out for us to comb through the global database. Are you going to head back, or stay here and await news?"

After some consideration, Vinson said, "I'll go back tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" asked a confused Carter. "It's still early so do you have something that you need to see to here?"

Vinson grunted and said, "I do, and it's very important."

With a good understanding of Vinson's temperament, Carter declined to probe, and as for Jordan, sharing the same space with Vinson sort of made him queasy.

Very quickly, the car was almost back at the entrance of the branch office. As the vicinity was crawling with their own people, any movement from the other camp would not go unnoticed for too long. Vinson did not alight but plopped himself in the driver's

seat instead.

Jordan did not turn back either as he went right inside the building. He behaved as though he was running for his life.