Chapter 345: Trevor Russo Was a Good-for-nothing Slacker Who Specialized in Shady Dealings

"Mom, Trevor found that bastard's company!"

Trevor Russo was a good-for-nothing slacker who specialized in shady dealings.

Grant Holloway hadn't held much hope, but surprisingly, the kid actually tracked down the address of Grant's firm.

"Perfect! I was just wondering how to find him!" Donna Russo's eyes gleamed. "Come on, son. Let's go pay him a visit!"

All those days spent lurking outside the Holloway residence had only succeeded in keeping Catherine Holloway housebound—no real benefits gained.

Now their chance had finally arrived...

Thirty minutes later.

"This is Grant Holloway's company?" Trevor craned his neck to stare at the towering skyscraper, his Adam's apple bobbing. "How much is this place worth?"

Donna clicked her tongue. "Damn, your sister really landed herself a sugar daddy!"

If they could extort some money from this, they'd be set for life.

Exchanging glances, they marched straight toward the building's entrance.

But the security was tight—no access without a keycard.

Donna spotted a janitor cleaning nearby. She dragged her son into a supply closet and stole two uniforms.

Inside the building, their furtive glances stood out conspicuously.

They squeezed into an elevator with the crowd. Donna whispered, "Son, did your friend say which floor he's on?"

Trevor shook his head. "No, but the big boss must be at the top."

The elevator dinged at the penthouse.

Stepping out, Donna gaped. "This place is huge. Where do we go?"

Trevor was equally lost. "Let's try straight ahead?"

After a few steps, the "CEO's Office" sign loomed before them.

"Halt!" An assistant suddenly stood up and barked. "Which floor are you janitors from?"

He strode over, eyeing the mother-son pair suspiciously.

"We're new hires..." Donna forced a smile. "Wrong floor. Thought we'd clean up while we're here..."

She made to push past toward the office.

"Stop!" The assistant snapped. "No unauthorized personnel in Mr. Holloway's office."

His gaze lingered on Trevor's youthful face, brows furrowing. "Show me your ID badges."