Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 17's

After a long and tedious checkup process, Rachel finds nothing missing, which is why she rejects Jenson's proposal to call the police. If something had been stolen, he would have taken the call as a reasonable move, but this was completely missing.

The police will rummage, tear apart, and give talks about the absence of a key. If the destroyer was one of their family members and he had to agree with the conclusion, a frenzied official investigation would have made the break too exaggerated and no doubt, too much publicity.

Yes, journalists will love it. Rachel could already imagine the headlines. 'Family vs. family in battle over an eccentric's will.' or 'For the sake of 150 billion a film screenwriter willingly marries a contract with a jewelry designer.' what a ridiculous news for Rachel.

Behind his independence and un-basin habits, there is a part of him that feels family affairs are personal affairs.

If one or more of their family members are watching Robert's House and any ongoing events, Rachel wants them to think that she considers the vandalism foolish and futile. He was determined to find out who broke into his study and how he was able to choose the perfect time to do so.

Jenson doesn't insist on contacting the police because her thought flow is the same as Rachel's. He succeeded, through many maneuvers and silence, keeping his career separate from family affairs. In business, he is known as Jenson the award-winning author, not Jenson the grandson of Grandpa Robert, a multimillionaire. Jenson wants to keep his image that way.

Stubbornly, each has refused to tell about their plans of investigation, or some sort of private detective investigation. It is not just a matter of trust, but rather the fact that none of them feels that the other is better able to do the job. So, they kept the conversation going lightly through one of the four-star dishes Jesica served and let the problem of vandalism sink in. More importantly, they carefully avoided any remarks that might trigger memories of what had happened on a more personal level in Rachel's study.

After enjoying two glasses of wine and a large piece of chicken fricassee, Rachel felt more optimistic. The situation will be even worse if one of the carpentry tools and equipment is taken. That means its customer orders will experience delays for days or even weeks. The worst crime he could see was the fact that he had been spied on.

“I want to know,” cetus Rachel, probing slowly, “Is one of the Saunderson family still here?” as he remembered, the family only lived his youngest daughter and he had already continued his studies abroad a few weeks ago.

“Neighbors who have a pool?” Jenson himself thought of the Saunderson family's residence. In the house there are places that, with a good set of binoculars, can be used as someone to observe his grandfather's residence easily. “They spend a lot of time in Europe, don't they?”

“Hmm.” Rachel was struggling with her chicken. “They're engaged in hospitality, you know. They tend to appear here and there.”

“Did they ever rent that place?”

“Oh, as far as I am not. I have the impression they left the skull staff there, even if they were away. Now that I think about it again, they were at home, a few months ago.” The memories made Rachel smile. "Grandfather Robert and I went fishing to the pond, then Saunderson almost caught our wet. If we do not rush to run to the cottage.“ He stopped speaking when the idea was sparked.

Rachel shrugged as if it meant nothing while her brain was spinning. “Finally he eats more beans than he eats hunted animals. Usually we catch a bunch of tilapia, catch a deer and cook it, then send the rest to Saunderson. He never sent his thank you to Grandpa.”

“Dark habits.”

“Well, want more wine?”

“No, thank you," he declined, according to Jenson, it was best to keep his mind clear if he wanted to execute a plan that was just beginning to take shape. “If you want, don't be shy to take it yourself.”

Rachel put down the bottle and gave a sweet smile. “No, I'm fine, just a little tired.”

“You are entitled to it.” It would pave the way smoothly if he could get Rachel drunk and into the bedroom early. “What you need is a good night's sleep.”

“Yes you're right.”

The two of them were too busy thinking about each other's plans to notice how amazingly polite the conversation was. “I won't drink coffee today, I take a shower straight away.” He pretended to yawn. “How about you? Have plans for overtime?”

“Not—no, I think I'll start early in the morning,” replied Rachel.

“Alright then.” Rachel got up, still smiling. He would wait an hour, he thought, before going out and leaving. “I'll ride. Good night, Jenson.”

“Goodnight.” As soon as the lights in Rachel's room go out, Jenson goes to Saunderson's house.