No Strings Attached novel (Clara and Ian) novel Chapter 409

So, the one who had always been after swallowing up the Hayes family was someone from the Devil’s Claw.

Devil’s Claw is an underground syndicate in Europe. Their influence was vast and mighty, controlling the lifelines of various European nations’ economies. Rumors said that their leaders were the rulers of Europe’s major families. These folks had banded together, monopolizing the entire European industrial chain.

As the domestic front had rapidly developed in recent years, Devil’s Claw’s reach had begun to extend toward domestic enterprises. Ian had been approached with an offer to join their ranks, with the promise of access to the European market.

However, Ian didn’t believe that Devil’s Claw was the mastermind behind this. With the power that Devil’s Claw wielded, if they wanted a company dead, they wouldn’t plot for over twenty years. So, he was certain that this person was one of Devil’s Claw’s leaders, but also an enemy of the Hayes family.

Just then, Dawson pulled out a black-and-white photo from his pocket and handed it to Ian. “Mr. Hayes, I found this photo under the bed in the master bedroom of the villa. Could this boy in the picture be the mastermind?”

Ian took the photo. His eyes darkened.

The photo depicted a mother and son. The woman was sultry and seductive, and the little boy was handsome with a tense look in his eyes. On the woman’s shoulder was a man’s hand. Clearly, there was originally another man in the photo, but he had been cut out.

Ian stared at the photo for a long time. Perhaps the man who’d been cut out had some connection to the Hayes family. More precisely, he was a man of the Hayes family.

He sent people to interrogate the suspects overnight and learned that their boss was a man with a disability in his legs.

Nobody knew his name. And very few had ever seen his true face.

Upon hearing Rose’s rebuke, Ian couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“Grandma, you should get your facts straight before you lay into me. These past days, I’ve been the one taking care of her. Brushing her teeth, washing her face, I did all of that. I fed her meals, cleaned up after her. If anyone’s suffered, it’s me.”

At these words, Rose’s laughter was uncontainable. “Taking care of your wife is your duty, and besides, women go through the toughest time during this period. If not you, who else should tend to her? Our Clara is so beautiful, with such a fine figure; willing to bear your child is your good fortune. Nowadays, many young couples don’t even want children. Count your blessings.”

Rose pulled Clara to sit on the bed, and just as she was about to speak again, her gaze fell on the photo by the bed. Her somewhat dim eyes suddenly froze, and her voice was trembling. “Where did this photo come from?”