In the VIP ward of St. Mary’s Private Hospital, an important patient was lost. The entire hospital went crazy at this, and almost every medical staff were looking for Layla, a patient who was sent by the major shareholder.

Trevor and the deputy mayor had had lunch and chatted for a while, reaching an agreement of intention. 

He originally wanted to invite the deputy mayor to play golf but he received a call from the Director of the hospital.

Trevor’s heart was going to burst, for he never thought that the little woman was so bold that she didn’t take his words seriously. He must immediately catch the disobedient chit and teach her a lesson.

He arranged the company’s vice president Bill Smith and his trusted assistant Andrew Morgan to accompany them. 

After a few words, Trevor left Nexus Center.

Then he came to the hospital and replayed all the surveillance videos. 

Seeing the way she left the ward, he’s gonna freak out, clenching his fist, “Huh, what a little girl. How dare you cross over the window of the 12th floor. It’s so incredible.”

Noticing Trevor's face was getting more and more surly, the Director also got more nervous, “Mr. Moore, I’m so sorry. Something bad happened. We should take the responsibility. But we’ve sent many people to look for Miss. Evans. I believe she will be found soon.”

“You’re good for nothing.” Trevor did not expect these doctors to provide any help, and it’s useless for him to stay in the hospital—the little woman will never come back on her own.

He drove his luxury car searching back and forth in a few streets nearby, but there were no findings.

Trevor parked the car at the gate of Hously Hotel. 

In the elevator, while pressing the button for the 29th floor, he dialed a number.  A lazy voice came from the phone, “Come on, bro, why don’t you let me take a nap?”

“Take a damn nap. 

“Listen! Find a person for me right now. I’ll send her information to you in less than five minutes.” 

With a serious voice, Trevor would not accept any disagreement.

“Hey, you’re a cold fish. Don’t you know there’s a famous saying ‘No noon nap, no afternoon’?” 

The lazy voice was from Trevor’s childhood friend Daniel Harris, who was kicked out of a police academy. 

Then, he opened a detective agency, but he never stick to the business, for his family was somewhat rich.

“I’ll give up my rest time to find the person for you, but how much reward can I get?”

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t pay me. Just give me your ‘Lightning’. I really like that BMW and always think about it.”

Trevor simply ignored Daniel's nagging, “No more bullshit. Find the person for me first. Or, you’re dead.”

“Please. You’re the big president making money fast every day. You can’t squeeze me. I’m just a poor man, opened a small detective agency. Business is business. If there is no benefit, even a fool will not work for you! Err... Hey, ‘Lightning’ is actually my destiny. I fell in love with it at first sight...” Daniel implored shamelessly just for getting “Lightning”.

Trevor has already stepped out of the elevator at that time. He took out 

Layla’s employee register form that he got at Dreaming Restaurant last night and handed it to the secretary, “Scan this sheet and send it to me. I need to forward it immediately.”

“Ahoy! I haven’t decided to help you find the person. Don’t send me the mail. I don’t do business for losing money.” Hearing what Trevor told his secretary, Daniel went mad.

“No buts. Well, okay! ‘Lightning’ is yours. But if you can’t find the person...” Before he finished his words, Daniel interrupted him, “No ifs. I’m the prototype of Holmes. All you need to do is enjoying your coffee and waiting for my good news.”