Chapter 1255 Is there any possibility that you were tricked from the very beginning?

Scrimgeour and his team discussed it for a long time, so long that Sam almost fell asleep in the massage chair.

The waiter from earlier had been waiting at the front desk the whole time, at least that's how it appeared on the surface.

A slight vibration came from the wristwatch on his right hand.

He tapped the dial lightly, projecting a small screen of light.

"I understand. Please take good care of them. I'll be right down."

The contact person's name in the text message is "Nosferatu," who is the owner of this Muggle club.

The waiter gave a wicked smile and turned off the light screen projected from his wristwatch.

A few minutes later, Scrimgeour and his team had almost finished their discussion.

People can't escape. They've worked so hard for so many days, they can relax here first, and then go meet the main character, Lazarus Nosferatu.

Just then, a man wearing a custom-made Italian suit walked towards them.

He looked to be around thirty years old, with a ruby-encrusted cane in his hand, and walked with the elegance of a nobleman.

He stopped a short distance in front of them and bowed slightly. "Good morning, distinguished guests. I am the owner here, Lazarus Nosferatu."

Scrimgeour keenly sensed that the other party was not simple.

Although he didn't sense any magical fluctuations, he was certain that he had detected a hint of danger.

"Hello, Mr. Nosferatu."

Sam, who was about to fall asleep, sat up with a start and looked at Scrimgeour with a puzzled expression.

Just now, when the two shook hands, he clearly sensed a faint magical aura.

That belongs to Scrimgeour; this Englishman actually used magic to examine a Muggle.

Seeing that Nosferatu showed no discomfort, Sam secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Relieved, he quickly stepped forward to separate the two. "Mr. Nosferatu, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am Sam, Sam Chavez."

Nosferatu withdrew his hand the instant it touched Sam, perhaps startled by his enthusiasm.

"Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Chavez."

Sam turned back and rolled his eyes at Scrinker. "Mr. Northferatu, actually, our Commissioner S. Smith has some questions for you."

“No problem.” Nosferatu didn’t seem surprised, as if he already knew. “But I’d like to ask, is this a private matter?”

Scrimgeour nodded. "Don't worry, I won't take up too much of your time."

Northferatu looked at Scrimgeour, "This must be Commissioner Smith, right?"

“It’s him.” Sam patted Scrinker on the shoulder.

Nosferatu smiled slightly. "These FBI agents don't seem to be here to experience life. It seems that the private matters Commissioner Smith wants to ask are quite important."

Sam shifted to the side. "Excluding me, I'm really here to experience life."

Scrimgeour glared at him. "Then you'd better go experience your life. We'll call you when we're done."

Sam glared back, then grumbled and strode toward the front desk.

Those clueless Englishmen deserve to be exhausted like dogs.

As Scrimgeour watched his swaying back, he felt a throbbing pain in his temples.

If he continues to work with this guy, he'll be driven crazy to death sooner or later.

Take a deep breath and calm yourself.

Nosferatu was very patient and answered Scrimgeour's question almost without thinking.

He didn't know Vincent; he didn't even know that the other man was the chairman of Prologue Investment.

He owns many businesses and holds shares in many companies.

Regarding the investment in Prologue, he simply felt they had potential, so he spent money to become a director.

As for sending someone to sign the music copyright transfer documents, it was an old friend of his who asked him to help.

“Who is he?” Scrimgeour asked gravely. “Mr. Nosferatu, this matter is of great importance to me.”

Nosferatu did not hide anything, "Villeux Carter, he is the eldest son of the Carter family."

Scrimgeour asked many questions about the other party's identity and background, and Nosferatu answered them all without reservation.

The Carter family, originally named the Hill family, is a family with a long history that can be traced back to 1613 during the British colonial period, 163 years before the founding of the United States.

The Carter family's businesses are few, mainly consisting of the Shirley Plantation, a tobacco plantation that is one of the oldest plantations in the United States and the oldest surviving family business in the country.

Velex Carter is a rather low-key person. He met Nosferatu at a party when they were both young and got into a fight over a tender and juicy steak.

“We later became good friends.” Nosferatu’s eyes were deep and distant, as if he were recalling fragments of the past.

The intelligence gathering is almost complete; the next step is to find the person.

Scrimgeour kept his promise and went to call Sam immediately.

"Dude, I haven't even started experiencing life yet!"

"You'll have plenty of opportunities in the future."

Sam followed him out of the club in a sullen mood, taking one last, reluctant look at the brass door before leaving.

When Sam learned that Nosferatu was acting on someone's behalf, he had an expression that said, "I knew it."

Scrinker squinted. "Mr. Chavez, do you know something?"

Sam smirked. "Director Scrimgeour, there's something I've wanted to say for a long time. Wayne's a cunning little devil. Is it possible that you were all tricked by him from the very beginning?"

Scrimgeour clenched his fist and then relaxed it. "Even if we've been tricked, we have no choice but to continue the investigation. This is our only lead."

For no apparent reason, Sam started to feel sorry for him. "Okay, where do we go next?"

"Shirley Manor".

Sam twitched his eye with a strange expression. "Are you sure? This manor belongs to an ancient Muggle family that has been trading with our magical world for hundreds of years."

It's actually related to the American magical community?

Scrimgeour's eyes lit up; he had a strong feeling that he would get a crucial clue at Sherry Manor.

"Mr. Chavez, let's go!"

Sam reluctantly drew his wand; he too had a strong premonition, only the complete opposite of Scrimgeour's.

From the prologue investment to the Starlight Men's Health Club, and then to the Sherry Manor they're headed for next, this group of Aurors from England doesn't seem to realize how terrible it is to stand on the opposite side of Vincent.

Leaving aside others, let's just talk about him. A distinguished Auror from the Magical Congress was defeated in a few moves by a first-year wizard and was even bound into a mummy without any dignity. If it weren't for his optimistic and cheerful personality, he would definitely have been traumatized for life.

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