Ranaway From Wedding, Fell into Tycoon's Love Trap-Chapter 884: Stop Wasting My Time
Easton Holmes didn’t wait for his old comrades to arrive before leaving, because he knew those thugs he had beaten wouldn’t be able to escape. However, to be safe, he locked the door to the gambling den from the outside while dragging Yellow Hair out.
Just a moment ago, while Easton Holmes was fighting inside, Yellow Hair watched clearly from the side. Seeing those burly men being knocked down by Easton alone, he was deeply shocked and scared. Even now, his legs were still weak.
"Grandfather! What on earth did I do to offend you?"
At this point, Yellow Hair no longer dared to act tough, calling himself the boss. He immediately cowered and called Easton Holmes "grandfather," though he really had no idea how he’d offended this formidable man.
"Don’t call me grandfather."
Easton Holmes glared at Yellow Hair with disdain and sternly asked, "Who told you to post that thing online?"
He had no mood or time to waste with Yellow Hair, and he spoke directly about the online post right away.
"Post? What post?"
Yellow Hair was momentarily confused about which post Easton Holmes was referring to, looking at him in puzzlement.
Easton Holmes glanced at Yellow Hair, seeing that he wasn’t pretending to be clueless on purpose. He took out his phone and showed Yellow Hair the post.
The moment Yellow Hair saw the post in his hand, he remembered. No wonder the man in front of him looked familiar; it was the man from the post.
"Speak! Who instructed you to do this?" Seeing Yellow Hair staring blankly at his phone, Easton Holmes immediately took back his phone, his voice cold as he pressed on for an answer.
He had already suspected an instigator behind this when he came. Seeing Yellow Hair in person affirmed his judgment even more.
Yellow Hair was certainly despicable, but the mysterious instigator behind him was even more contemptible, and Easton Holmes would not let him go.
Realizing his greed had caused him to provoke such a powerful figure, Yellow Hair was so scared he almost wet his pants, his lips trembling uncontrollably, "Grand—Grandfather... please, spare me. I just..."
"Cut the nonsense and tell me who made you post that?" Easton Holmes had no time for Yellow Hair’s nonsense; he urgently needed to know who the instigator was. Dealing with Yellow Hair was only addressing the symptoms, not the root cause; the instigator was the key to resolving the whole issue.
Yellow Hair shook his head, "I don’t know."
He truly didn’t know; he didn’t even know whether the person was male or female, let alone who they were.
"You don’t know?"
Easton Holmes was not satisfied with Yellow Hair’s answer, raising his voice.
Yellow Hair nodded like a pecking chicken, "I don’t know. We contacted each other online, and the other party paid me to post it for them."
Yellow Hair wasn’t lying; he indeed communicated with that person online.
"How exactly did you contact each other? Tell me the specifics." Easton Holmes had his judgment, knowing Yellow Hair wasn’t lying. No matter how they communicated, there had to be a trace, and he had to quickly track down the instigator.
"We used WeChat to contact each other."
As Yellow Hair spoke, he took his phone out of his pocket and willingly handed it over to Easton Holmes to inspect at will.
Easton Holmes didn’t hesitate, taking the phone from Yellow Hair, and he opened his WeChat.
