Chapter 212: Data Storage Room

WITH his forehead creased, Francis stared at his father more than usual. He tried to decipher the other emotion Francis could see in Wesley's eyes but failed.

However, despite not knowing what was happening, Francis was certain about his hunch.

Something is wrong with his father, and he needed to know what that was.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Wesley asked, his one eyebrow raised. “What do you want to ask me?”

“What plan specifically do you have in mind?” Francis inquired, and a mixture of curiosity and nervousness was evident in his voice.

Wesley remained silent. He leaned onto the couch and stared at Francis with his usual cold and domineering expression.

He had a plan in mind, and Francis' reaction and answer to that plan would be the one to determine the answer to the question lingering on his mind for days.

‘Is my son hiding something from me?’

Again, the question resurfaced.

“About the search warrant…” Wesley made a short dramatic pause as he wanted to observe Fran