At the same time, a mysterious man appeared on the rooftop of the high-rise building across from the police station.
His figure was wrapped in a black overcoat, a matching fisherman’s hat covering half of his face, long hair hanging at the back of his head,
a blue gem on his ear emitting a dazzling and mysterious light, a small black earpiece inserted in his ear.
The man held a pair of binoculars in his hand, closely observing everything happening in the police station.
It wasn’t until Gordon had someone take Susan away that the man slowly put away his binoculars, then took off his earpiece the next moment.
He reached into the pocket of his coat with his right hand and pulled out an old silver cellphone – a Nokia.
Probably a model from ten years ago, even the elderly disdain to use it.
Because besides sending messages and making calls, it had no other functions, and you could often see it in promotions like “top up credit and get a free phone” at certain companies.
The man skillfully flipped through the phone book and found the unnamed number to dial.
After a while, the call was answered.
A lazy and coquettish voice came through, the woman hummed twice, her tone oddly rising.
“What’s up, just say it, don’t waste my time.”
Listening to the groans and moans coming from the phone, the man’s eyes narrowed, the tip of his tongue lightly touching his molars.
He sarcastically said, “I risk my life for you out there, and you’re living it up!”
The person on the other end chuckled lightly, apparently not paying much attention to his inexplicable anger.
“Angry? Are you worthy?”
“You’re just a dog I raised, do your job properly, and I will give you what you want, that’s all!”
The woman’s words seemed to please the man next to her, and soon a muffled groan came through the phone, along with her panting.
It was obvious what she was doing with her feet.
The mysterious man was so angry his face turned dark, he was not her pet dog, on call at her beck and call.
Both of them were just in it for mutual benefit, who took whom seriously?
“Get to the point, the woman you arranged is useless, not only failed to tarnish Cheyenne during the chaos, but was actually sent to the police station by her.”
“Gordon personally interrogated her, I think you should already know what happens next.”
As soon as the words fell, an angry scream came through the phone.
“What did you say!”
“Useless, utterly useless, such a meticulous plan was actually seen through by Cheyenne. What exactly are you guys doing?”
After two failed attempts at assassination, the man knew he was at fault, so he quietly listened to the woman’s insulting rant on the phone.
Silent, but his eyes grew colder.
After a while, he gently opened his lips and asked, “Had enough? Can you calm down and listen to my plan?”
The woman had completely lost her patience and expressed doubt about his abilities, “Vincent, do you think I will still believe you?”
“You don’t have the heart to take action because of family ties, do you? Don’t forget who caused you to become a prisoner in the first place and who got you out!”
Hit where it hurt, Vincent wanted to smash the phone, he was furious.
What use was this spoiled rich girl besides talking?
“Enough, I didn’t call you to argue, even though Susan has been caught, don’t forget we still have a mole.”
“While that mole hasn’t been exposed, we need to accelerate the plan.”
Upon hearing this, the woman opposite seemed to fall silent for a moment, and after a while, he heard the sound of water gushing.
The damp sound mixed with the sound of water reached Vincent’s ears.
[This is the last chance, success is the only option, no room for failure!]
Director’s office in Hospital.
Cheyenne has not returned yet, and now Sean is accompanying his niece here, waiting.
He really didn’t know how to interact with human children, so subconsciously he picked up a book to read, allowing Cierra to sit on a chair and play by herself.
It was simply impossible to keep a two or three-year-old child quiet!
Furthermore, Cierra was a lively and active child even when she was in her mother’s womb, leading Cheyenne to often suspect if her daughter had ADHD.
While Sean was reading peacefully, the little girl suddenly ran over, burying her little head under his armpit.
Curiously staring at the book in his hands, she innocently asked, “Uncle, why is this lady not wearing clothes? So shy!”
“Uh… this is for research.”
“Can you do research without wearing clothes?”
“Um… probably.”
…
The little one lost interest, pouted, and wanted to go back to sit on the chair.
However, the office chair was too high for her at only two and a half years old. She tried but couldn’t climb up, so she sweetly asked him for help.
“Uncle… pick me up, let me swing.”
How could Sean refuse the cute child? He had to put down the book and walk over, embracing her waist lightly and lifting her onto the chair.
Just as he relaxed, thinking he could have a moment of peace.
Just as he turned around, little Cierra happily swayed her chubby little feet.
Suddenly she noticed a cactus on her mom’s desk, she reached out, grabbed the potted plant, and curiously reached out to touch it.
In return, she let out a heart-wrenching cry and the crisp sound of the flowerpot hitting the ground.
Clang-
“This flower bites people, Uncle, help me.”
“What’s wrong, Cierra? Don’t cry, Uncle will check… Come, show me your hand.”
The little girl’s face was still wet with crystal-clear tears, her eyelashes wet and long, looking as cute and pitiful as a little puppy.
Pursing her rosy lips, she occasionally let out a cry…
Her two chubby little hands obediently reached out to him. Sean held her little hand and felt unbelievably soft.
Were all kids’ hands this good to touch?
Oh my, so soft and tender, even softer than the little white rats he used for experiments.
Unfortunately, at this moment, her chubby little palm was bright red, with several cactus spines embedded in the flesh, which really hurt Sean.
He lowered his head and carefully blew on Cierra’s hand, “Blow away the pain. Don’t worry, Cierra, just pull out these spines.”
Luckily, her little hand was plump, so the spines did not penetrate deep, and there was no bleeding, just redness.
However, children’s skin is delicate and prone to redness.
As a safety measure, he sterilized the area with hydrogen peroxide after removing the spines.
Cierra was still sobbing, but the crying had stopped.
Looking at the handsome and gentle profile of her uncle, the little girl suddenly grinned.
“Uncle, you are so handsome.”