Trevor nodded, deciding not to bother him. After all, it was an important job for the officers, so he could only put this matter aside and go to work in the conference hall.
Now that the information about the lipstick had been found and posted on the dark web’s market, Trevor and the others also made an account in order to play one of the roles. Their sources were accurate, so it quickly attracted many people’s attention.
The organizations and groups that operated here would not waste their efforts for useless work, so most of them had given up, and even among those who stayed in the country, dozens of people had already left.
Angela’s crisis was also being resolved step by step, but the observation period still took a week to half a month, so they did not immediately let her leave. After Trevor busied himself for a while, he was shocked when he realized that it was almost ten in the evening, and he had to hurry to see if Richard was back.
At that moment, Angela was sleeping in the room, but she felt weak and dizzy, having not even the strength to raise her hand. She was suffering from a high fever, but she didn’t even have a cell phone, let alone the strength to get out of bed and call for someone. In addition, she never wanted to see anyone, so she kept clinging onto the blanket in an attempt to keep herself warm.
Meanwhile, Richard had just returned to the room and was drinking a glass of water. He was just planning to sit on the couch and take a break when there was a knock on the door.
“Come in.”
Trevor hurriedly opened the door and came in. “Mr. Richard, you’re finally back. You should hurry up and go take a look at
Miss Angela!”
Richard instantly placed the glass in his hand down, and the concern in his voice was palpable as he asked, “What happened to her?”
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