"But when we all went to bed that night, there was an explosion in Mr. Bissel's room."
"We burst in and saw the room ablaze. We managed to get Mr. Bissel out, but he was seriously injured."
"We couldn't figure out who did it, so we drove all the way back."
Queeny frowned deeply at this.
"Didn't you check it carefully when you checked in the hotel?" she asked quietly.
"We did," said Ford quietly.
Queeny was stunned.
She noticed a complex look of hate on Ford's face. On second thought, she guessed it.
"Is there a mole?"
Ford clenched his fist and nodded.
"He's one of the guards?"
Ford nodded again.
Queeny breathed a sigh of relief.
No wonder!
The mole was in the escort. So if he could plant a bomb in the room at any convenient moment, no one would notice.
Her face darkened.
Others might not know it, but she was well aware that Felix's escort had been carefully screened.
Most of them were orphans with little care in the world, so they would not be afraid of being threatened.
Felix had always treated them well, and there was no possibility of defection for profit.
Most of all, she knew that a large number of these people were actually children the Bissel family had sponsored since childhood, so they grew up to be Felix's right-hand men.
From children to adults, this loyalty can be imagined.
And now, the mole was in these people...
Queeny felt the fog in front of her started to appear again, obscuring her eyes from what laid ahead.
She fell silent, and so did Ford.
Ford couldn't be more regretful at this point.
For though the escorts were Felix's men, he was the one who normally trained and taught them.
In other words, Felix had put his best army and his entire fortune in his hands.
But he failed to live up to his trust, not only failed to timely find spies, but also let him be seriously injured.
All Ford wanted now was to shoot himself.
Queeny, naturally sensing his emotion, reached out and patted him on the shoulder.
"It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself too much."
Ford couldn't have detected it if Felix hadn't.
Moreover, it was possible that the man had been lurking in the escort all along, usually without showing any signs, only for this fatal blow.
So, this was the enemy's trump card. How could they easily let this card be discovered?
Queeny understood this, but Ford still blamed himself.
Seeing this, Queeny did not force him. She knew that all her advice would be of no use to him at that moment.
So she only said in a hushed voice, "Where are those people? Were they under control?"
Ford nodded. "There were eighteen of them, and they were all under control."
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