"Oh!" Elliana Lyle nodded slightly dazed, it was her first ti experiencing such a thing, it really scared her.
She thought she had so serious skin disease.
After Luna left, she called Norman Bennett back and said she was okay.
She indeed felt much better, her back wasn’t as itchy as before, it seed the dicine was taking effect.
"Be good, sleep, I’ll watch over you," the man coaxed gently.
Looking at the screen, she always felt sothing was strange, the background light on his side was very natural, just like dayti, yet the ceiling visible had no lights on.
She didn’t think much of it, after putting down the phone she hugged her pillow and went to sleep.
Until the sound of her steady breathing, there was only a slight movent from the other side of the video call, seemingly the faint sound of typing on a keyboard.
Almost inaudible.
...
―――United States.
It was just past 8 AM for Norman Bennett, the sun was already up, and the eting with Will Global Films was scheduled for tomorrow morning, so today appeared to have nothing much to do.
He still had to deal with so dostic files.
The people he hired had started tracing the whereabouts of the large truck, but there was still no major progress.
Ever since Roland’s incident, it seed things outside had cald down a lot, and the truck never reappeared.
It was as if it vanished into thin air.
What surprised him even more was that up to now, there was no news of Caron Southwell, including Shane Southwell, who was also unaccounted for.
Even George Lyle, who had been under surveillance, disappeared, and only Rosy Brooke continued living as usual.
According to Raymond Wood’s report, starting yesterday, Rosy Brooke had been inviting young n to the villa every few hours.
There had been five people so far.
Upon investigation, these young fellows were just getting paid and leaving, without any other background.
It was unlikely they had any contact with Caron Southwell and his group, so they probably weren’t there as a cover.
However, one must remain vigilant, the n coming out of Rosy Brooke’s villa need further observation.
He would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go.
This series of events had nothing to do with him, but since it involved his girl, it beca sothing he wanted to do.
The deeper the investigation went, the more he realized the danger involved, so he sent her to XRB where Owen Sutton’s people were protecting her, which put his mind at ease.
The only worry was whether she would be unaccustod or unhappy being alone.
Knock, knock, knock!
At this mont, a knocking sound ca from the door.
Then a woman’s voice ca from outside, with a pure Arican English accent: "Sir, sorry to disturb you, room service."
Probably delivering breakfast, Raymond Wood heard it from the outer hall and went to the door.
He opened the door to see a blonde, blue-eyed beauty of a waitress pushing a food cart, smiling sweetly as soon as the door was opened.
After so polite small talk, the waitress pushed the cart inside, set everything on the dining table, and once again politely exchanged a few words with Raymond Wood.
Her eyes wandered over Raymond Wood, she bit her lip, blinked, and seed to have no intention of leaving.
Raymond Wood was taken aback, then frowned, feeling goosebumps all over his body.
He quickly pulled out the US Dollars he had already prepared and handed them to the waitress, as a tip.
The waitress, seeing Raymond being so generous, imdiately bead with joy, thanked him politely, and didn’t linger, quickly leaving the room.
After locking the door, Raymond Wood called inside, "President, breakfast is here."
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