NovelStart"Huh." Otis sat in his swivel chair, holding and playing with the signature pen in his hand carelessly.
Zora Knowles? He remembered that he drank a lot of mixed drinks that day and was so drunk that Kane, who cwith Zora,
dragged him to the bathroom in the middle. Although he was drunk, he still remembered.
Kane was so drunk and kept him for quite a long tback then.
Zora was the only one left in the box for ten minutes during that time. And as it happened, he did not have his cell phone with him.
Other than that, he couldn't think of another twhen anyone could get his phone.
Besides, there were not many people who know he had a private phone in the first place.
Even Charlotte didn’t know the number of this phone of his.
Eugene saw Otis's cloudy face and asked cautiously, "Mr. Robertson, do you know something?"
A sharp light crossed Otis's eyes.
Suddenly.
With a click, he snapped the signature pen in his hand.
Zane could not help but shiver when he saw the bloodthirsty appearance of Mr. Robertson. He had always found Mr. Robertson to
be gentle and friendly, and this was the first the had seen such a strange and unpredictable side of his.
"You go and look into the House of Inspection, and find out anyone who could potentially work against me. Especially the Special
Investigation Unit. Who is in charge now, and ..." Otis suddenly stopped.
And Zora Knowles ... who he finally decided to investigate himself.
His lips curled up in a playful arc. If Zora was really involved, things were even more interesting.
Who the hell was this Zora?
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhat kind of connection could she have with House of Inspection?
And why would she approach him? What could be her purpose?
If it was any other woman who dared to cause him such a loss, he would not feel enough just to kill her. He must make her life
worse than death.
But this woman, by chance, was Zora Knowles.
It would be so interesting.
Instead of getting more angry, he was greatly aroused by his desire to win and he felt all his blood was about to boil.
He desperately wanted to make her submit to him. He wanted to get her, and could hardly wait a moment.
Previously, he had wanted to take his tand give her tand sspace as the project partnership progressed.
But, now...
He didn't want to wait any longer.
Otis pranced to his feet and picked up his uniform, which was resting on the back of his chair.
"Mr. Robertson, are you leaving?" When Zane saw Otis leaving, he hurriedly offered Otis's phone with both hands and asked, "Mr.
Robertson, do you needto help you delete the listening program implanted in your phone?"
"Not for now." Otis waved his hand, "Once deleted, they will know that | have found it. No rush. We must wait for the fish to bite."
"Mr. Robertson is wise." Zane flattered.
"Eugene, you send his phones back to the police. Don't let anyone know." Otis took two of his own cell phones and put them in his
pocket.
He then strode out of the TelDepartment, which reported directly to him within the military.
"Mr. Robertson, if there's anything | can do for you, just letknow." Zane rushed out to see Otis off. He sure knew that Otis was
getting more and more powerful in the military, and he had to seize the opportunity to work for him.
Otis waved his hand and left without looking back.
Meanwhile.
After Joyce had lunch, she went back to work in the office as if nothing had happened.
She held an internal meeting with JK Intelligence to discuss the design in detail with Theo, Kim, August and Jude.
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