Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire
Chapter 1755

Chapter 1755 Steal The Firearms

It all started from the day before. After the Duke came out of Nancy's room, he sent someone to investigate the stolen firearms. If it was Nancy who schemed against him because she didn't want him to have the firearms, he would make sure that she paid the price for it. However, if it was someone else, he wouldn't show mercy.

The Duke narrowed his eyes. Half of the firearms are mine. I can't believe someone has the audacity to take my things. The person is simply asking for death.

As soon as the person who went to investigate the firearms left, the Duke's phone rang. He saw the caller ID and frowned. "Hello?"

"Hey." "You're a busy man. You must have something really important to tell me since you've called me personally?" asked the Duke, smiling.

"I have a big business dealing for you. I wonder if you are interested in it." The man on the other end of the line chuckled. The Duke laughed in response. There was no reason for him to turn down a profitable business deal.

"Of course I'm interested! Tell me! What is it about?"

"I need a large batch of stock this time. Do you have it?" said the man on the other end straightforwardly. At the mention of business, the look on the Duke's face instantly turned solemn.

"How many do you need?"

"Five thousand." The Duke frowned. Five thousand? I've just sent a few batches, and I don't have that many in my hands at the moment.

"What's wrong? Do you have it?" the man asked again as the Duke remained silent. He had to get it from someone else if the Duke didn't have sufficient stock.

There was no way the Duke would say no to such a profit-making opportunity. Hence, he said, "Yes. When do you need them?”

"In one week."

The Duke knitted his brows again. The duration was a little tight for him.

"Can you extend the deadline for a few more days? I've just sent out a few batches, and I don't have that much in my hands right now. Two weeks will be enough for me," the Duke replied, putting on a smile. "Okay, I'll give you two weeks at most! This is on the account of our friendship."

"Thank you for thinking of me when you have a business deal. You're even willing to extend the time for me. I will personally deliver this batch of stock to you. If you have time, please allow me to treat you to a meal by then!" The Duke chuckled.

"You want to deliver the stock personally? That's great!"

After making brief small talk, the two ended the call.

As soon as he hung up the phone, the Duke immediately instructed his men to prepare the stock. The ready stock in his hands was not enough, and he was still one-third short. The remaining one-third portion was semi-finished, which would be ready in around ten days.

In the afternoon, the person who was sent to investigate Lorraine returned.

In the meantime, the Duke no longer cared about Lorraine's matter, as his full attention was on the firearms. He had to replace out who took his firearms away.

"Who does she work for?" the Duke asked casually.

"She works for Arielle."

Hearing that, the Duke immediately straightened his back. It's her! That means the person who rescued Lorraine was also her!

The Duke knew exactly how capable Arielle was. She must have succeeded in rescuing Lorraine because she was working together with Vinson.

At that thought, his face immediately darkened as he thought of the firearms that were stolen.

He believed that must have been Arielle and Vinson's doing.

"D*mn it!" he cursed. I haven't done anything to the two of them yet, and they actually dared to steal my firearms!

Narrowing his eyes, he made a phone call before striding toward Nancy's room.

Nancy was annoyed at the sight of his arrival. However, it was impossible for her to avoid him all the time since they were living under the same roof. The Duke noticed her expression, but he could not be bothered about that at this moment.

"I've found out who stole the firearms," said the Duke.

"Who?" Nancy immediately locked her gaze on the man.

"Arielle!" The Duke turned and left after mentioning Arielle's name.

When Nancy heard Arielle's name, her face contorted with rage. D*mn it! It was her who stole my firearms! I will never let her off the hook!

She narrowed her eyes, and a hint of viciousness flittered across her eyes.