"What?!" The girl raised her eyebrows, "No security system in place?"
In such a luxurious mansion, with paintings worth thousands of USD hanging in the kitchen, there's no security system in place, how is that possible?
"At least, that's the situation I've found out so far, but..." Carl's tone was grave, "We all know that's impossible, so I suspect it's a trap."
"Besides Phoebe, who else is in the mansion?"
"No one."
"No one?!"
The girl's voice sounded increasingly surprised, "There should at least be a maid or a butler or an assistant...people like that, right?"
"The information I have is that there is none. He occasionally hires part-time workers to clean, but never employs long-term maids or butlers, the assistants also leave after work... and there's no security guard!"
"Is he too confident or just too crazy?" the girl asked.
A person of such status doesn't even use security guards, is this guy insane?
"Heaven knows," Carl said.
