Chapter 127: Steamed Buns

At exactly four o'clock in the afternoon, Trevor got out of bed barefooted. The heating in his room was on all the time since it was fall. The temperature in the room was kept constant all year round, and the humidity there was controlled by a humidifier.

He looked at his computer and saw a location sent by Eleven. Christy had left for the Dalton Hotel. She probably didn't find Noah, so she went back.

He clicked on the video and the video was projected onto the wall. Christy was eating on the sofa. It was a bun which she had probably bought on the way. She took one bite and the stuffing was exposed. The bun was a little too hot, so she blew on it. She ate it while staring at the location information on her phone. She saw that Noah's phone was still shown to be at the Scavo's.

Somehow, Trevor felt hungry as he watched her eat. There were snacks in his room. If the servants did not bring him food in time, he could eat those snacks or ring a bell to remind the servants. But he had never rang the bell.

Christy bought five buns with different stuffing in total. She had eaten three, and put aside the rest two. And then she made herself a hot drink and curled up on the sofa, holding the cup.

When she was in a trance, she could just sit there for a whole afternoon, looking quietly at the curtains. Even though she lived in a high-end villa, she still didn't dare to open the windows at any time for fear of being discovered.

It was as if she was living in a gorgeous palace. Everything around her was perfect except that she herself was rotten.

Noah had lost contact with her, but she had to wait. Perhaps he had just lost his phone, so she shouldn't panic now.

Waiting was her strongest suit.

She picked up the unfinished buns and ate them up bite by bite.

The servants at the Pecker's heard the sound of the bell for the first time. Many of them crowded under the garret in surprise, "This means ... Mr. Trevor is hungry?"

Another servant was overjoyed as he ran down from the garret, "Hurry up! Mr. Trevor wants to eat steamed buns!"

"I'll go buy some! Let me go! What kind of stuffing does he want?"

"I'll go too!"

The butler rushed over. When he figured out what was going on, he immediately asked, "Wait a moment. How did you know that Mr. Trevor wants to eat steamed buns?"

The servant immediately took out a piece of paper and said, "I took this out from the garret. That's Mr. Trevor's handwriting. This is the first time Mr. Trevor has ever said he wants to eat something! What are you all waiting for! Hurry up! Go and buy steamed buns!"

The note was passed through the hands of more than a dozen servants and was finally passed to Mr. and Mrs. Peck. Mrs. Peck cried as she held the note.

"Our son has written something! He wants to eat steamed buns!"

"This is a good thing. Stop crying." Mr. Peck tried to comfort her.

"Hurry up and buy some buns!" After Mrs. Peck saying that to the servants, she cried again as she read the note carefully again, "I wonder how delicious those buns are."

Mr. Peck was not sure what to say.

When Ferne arrived at the Pecker's, he saw a group of servants waiting under the garret, chattering about something.

"He ate it! He ate it!" Suddenly, a voice came from above, "Mr. Trevor likes custard buns!"

Ferne was confused.

Only then did those servants see him and invite him up hurriedly, "Are you here to see Mr. Trevor? He is eating at the moment."

Ferne nodded and waited there for about ten minutes as he was told before knocking on the door.

The garret was still filled with the smell of steamed buns. Normally, Ferne would definitely joke about it, but he was not in the mood at all today. He spoke as soon as he entered the garret, "Trevor, I would like to ask you to look up someone for me."

As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw a pile of paper on the carpet.

That was exactly Noah Sachs's information.

"Holy shit, you're amazing! How did you know I want his information?" Ferne was shocked. He picked up the paper and looked around nervously, "Don't scare me."

Although it was afternoon, it was dark in the garret since the curtains there were completely closed and light could only get in from the door. And Trevor snuggled in his bed in the dark, motionless.

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Ferne took a few steps towards the bed, "Why don't you speak?" He glanced around, "Where's Eleven?"

Trevor remained silent, so Ferne could only put down the two boxes of chocolates he had brought with him, took the pile of paper and turned around to leave.

Apart from Vincent, and perhaps Arabella as well, no one dared to lift the curtain in Trevor's room.

Trevor's eyes were fixed on the computer screen. In the pictures transmitted back by Eleven, Christy had a nightmare again. She covered her neck with her hands painfully, kicked her legs with her eyes shut. She grimaced as she almost suffocated in her own dream.

It had lasted for 30 seconds.

If she didn't wake up, she would die in her dream.

Trevor took over the control of the robot temporarily by typing on his keyboard. He typed in a series of codes, and on the computer screen, the little robot began to climb onto the tea table. And then it picked up the cup of hot drink and threw it to the floor.

There was a loud bang.

Christy, who was lying on the sofa, finally woke up from her dream. She panted and coughed for a long time while covering her neck with her hands. When she finally calmed herself down, she raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead and stared blankly at the broken cup on the floor.

She couldn't remember if she had smashed the cup herself.

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Ferne took the pile of paper and headed straight back to the hotel.

But something happened in the hotel. A guest had left his valuables in the pocket of his clothes, but they were gone when his clothes were sent back from a dry cleaner.

Those clothes had gone through six people's hands, even excluding Ferne's hotel's own staff. The dry cleaner was just their cooperative partner, so it was not situated inside the hotel. Ferne checked surveillance cameras' footage, interrogated the waiters, and then communicated with the guest.

He didn't remember that he hadn't read the information until he finally sat down for dinner.

However, as soon as he began to read the information and saw Noah's name, he clapped his hand on his thigh and said, "Damn, I forgot about him."

From morning to night, Noah had not drunk anything, let alone having any food.

Ferne hurried to the wine cellar.

As expected, Noah was lying on the floor with his eyes closed when Ferne opened the door.

Harold was a veteran, and the ropes he had used were field ropes which were extremely difficult to untie. Noah could not untie the ropes after trying for a whole afternoon. He had grazed his wrists, and the ropes were soaked in blood.

Ferne brought in a tray with food and a hot drink on it. He had to walk down the stairs, but he staggered because he missed one step. He could only rush down, but the cup on the tray tipped over. He was anxious to mend his way, but the hot drink was spilled at a speed faster than he could walk.

"Holy shit!"

Noah opened his eyes and squinted at Ferne. Noah's voice was filled with anger, "It wasn't spilled on you. Why are you shouting?"

Ferne didn't know how to react.

He hurriedly put the tray down and turned around to wipe the water off Noah's chest with a wiping cloth, and then he pulled him up from the floor, "Come on. Eat something."

The way Ferne had treated Noah made him so annoyed that he even wanted to kill Ferne. But Noah cooled off a bit and squinted at Ferne when he heard his words, "How should I eat?"

Ferne looked at his bleeding wrists and said, "I won't release you in any case. You can find a way to eat by yourself."

The wine cellar was filled with an intoxicating smell. Noah had been lying there for a long time, so he felt dizzy and drowsy. When he was pulled up, he couldn't help but asked Ferne while leaning against the stone wall beside him, "You should at least tell me why you tie me up, right?"

But Ferne really couldn't tell him it was Emily's idea.

"You want money or my life?" Noah looked at him disdainfully and said, "Don't tell me you've taken a fancy to me and want my body."

Ferne was dumbfounded.

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