𝑳𝑿𝑿𝑽𝑰𝑰𝑰

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Kloss Yves took a look at his subordinate who hurriedly took down the number. They all believed Kloss Lov's words, because he was very sensitive to numbers since he was still little. Yves always said Lov was a born businessman, because only businessmen would be so sensitive to numbers. No matter how long the number was, he could memorize it at the first glance of it. Since Lov said this was that man's bank account, they would surely be able to find that man through it.

Kloss Yves looked at his son with a frown and coldly said, "I'll certainly avenge you. Take a good rest at home and I'll handle these affairs."

Kloss Lov's eyes had a ferocious gleam. He looked at his father and said, "Daddy, you search for that man, and I have something else to do. I was set up by a Chinese actress this time. I'll capture her at any expense, even if she has gone back to China! How dare she set me up? I must torture her to death!"

"She set you up?" Kloss Yves looked at his son, asking, "Why?"

"I don't care! Since she made me suffer all of this, I'm going to skin her alive, to let her know what a big mistake she has made!" Kloss Lov narrowed his eyes and gave a wicked smile. That woman was sexy and could become a perfect toy for him in bed! But she must have slept with a lot of men... Well, he would kill her after getting tired of her body!

As soon as they came back to the castle they lived in, Kloss Yves ordered his men to investigate the account number. They would find that man as long as they found the owner of the bank account. Lov also had his men to find Eunha. He narrowed his eyes and said in a lowered voice, "Find out all the information about that woman, her name, the hotel she is living in and her flight. I'll give you forty-eight hours. If you can't get her within forty-eight hours, I'll kill you!"

His men nodded and hurriedly went to search for Eunha.

At this time, one of Kloss Yves's men came up to them with a laptop. He looked at Lov and asked with a frown, "Young Master, are you sure you remembered the account number correctly?"

Kloss Lov scowled, stared at the man and said angrily, "Are you questioning my ability? I'm f*cking sure that I didn't remember it wrong. Although I just took a glance at it, I'm sure this is that account number! If you don't believe, go check the payment record of my bank account. Then you'll know I was right! Sh*t!"

Kloss Yves also heard the man's words, but he noticed another point. He looked at that man and asked, "Is there anything wrong with the bank account?"

The man was checking the payment record of Kloss Lov's bank account. He frowned and looked up at Kloss Yves, saying, "Yes. This bank account does exist and Young Master did transfer his money to this account, but..." He looked at the two of them and continued, "But... this here is your bank account, Master. I just checked this account and it doesn't include the receipt record of one billion Euro. This means the other party's hacking skills are very good, and they know us very well. Now I can't trace the one billion Euro. Perhaps it has been divided into dozens of sums and transferred into different accounts. So we won't be able to know where the money is."

"They used Master's bank account to deal with the money, which means they are sure you can't find them. I think things are not as we expected them to be, these people are hard to deal with!"

"Damn it!" Kloss Lov cursed ferociously. "I don't know where they brought me to after they kidnapped me. What I can be sure of is that it is a quiet place, so it can't be downtown. They detoured for a long time and threw me to the wasteland. I think they must be at the southernmost point of Paris, so they deliberately threw me at the northernmost, or they were just at the southernmost part of Paris, but threw me there in order to confuse us! Daddy, they are provoking us! How dare they treat me like that given that they had known my identity! They are declaring war with us! Daddy, we must not let this man off!"

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