Nora Scott turned her head to glance at the person who had previously searched Pedro Langley’s body.
That person clamped down on the boss’s shoulder and then took out an envelope from his pocket, opened it, revealing a pile of photos, and threw them all to the ground.
The boss looked down and saw the ironclad images, his earlier bristling like a cat with its tail stepped on instantly quieted, his complexion paled little by little, even his dark skin showed so whiteness.
The images in the photos were all secretly taken when he was trading with others, few showed the faces of those he traded with, most were frontal shots of him.
"If the photos aren’t enough, we have the full video recording," Nora Scott crossed her arms and leaned back, crossing her legs, speaking again with calm persistence, "Nowadays, keeping evidence is quite convenient."
Confident and unwavering.
She appeared arrogant as if deciding to "ruin him" depended on her mood.
Stunned for a mont, the boss was completely bewildered, murmuring a question, "Who exactly are you people?!"
Nora Scott lifted her eyelids and leisurely replied, "Righteous people who champion bravery and eliminate evil."
"..."
Throwing out such a statent so suddenly while maintaining a just and awe-inspiring stance nearly choked the boss.
"In this matter, I’m also a victim."
Foreseeing that the other party’s origins were unscrupulous, the boss understood the seriousness of the situation, took a cold breath, and refused to yield.
He insisted, "Even if the antiques I acquired are fake, I was duped and deceived! What does having evidence change? I’m not the one who made them! No matter what your motive is, I advise you not to waste your ti on ."
The boss craned his neck, with a die-hard attitude.
Daring to engage in this business ant he had so confidence regarding connections. If the fake goods were discovered, he had the capability to settle it.
Despite the aggressive approach from this group, with unknown intentions, he was certain they wouldn’t truly want to kill him.
After all, in a society governed by law, with such a large store and his significant presence, what could they really do to him?
Upon hearing his grandiose words, Nora Scott remained calm, her lips slightly curling into a faint smile that made her stunning face even more radiant.
She said nothing, did nothing.
The boss swallowed nervously, not knowing what they intended to do.
After a few seconds.
The crisp sound of a cell phone ringing echoed in the nearly silent store.
It ca from the phone thrown onto the table.
The boss’s expression beca slightly tense, fearing it might be a call that shouldn’t have co.
At this mont, the young man suddenly picked him up and walked over, grabbing the phone and holding the screen up to him.
"There’s a call for you."
The boss focused his gaze, and just as his wife’s na flashed across his eyes, the call was answered and placed to his ear.
"Honey..."
A sobbing voice choking with emotion and a plea for help.
"What are you—"
The boss’s eyes opened wide, he wanted to say sothing, but the call was hung up.
Shocked and flustered, he stared at the woman in the center.
However, she seed indifferent to the situation, looking down and continuing to inspect her nails.
It wasn’t over.
Next, two more calls ca in, one after another from his children and mother residing in different places, just like his wife’s call, only calling out to him before hanging up.
These constantly incoming calls were like torture from hell.
Realizing the potential of what they might have done, the boss felt terrified, his scalp tingling, his body turning cold, and his psychological defenses crumbling bit by bit.
"What exactly do you want?! I’ll take responsibility for what I did, just leave my family out of it!"
The boss finally couldn’t hold it in anymore, shouting dejectedly.
"Nothing else, just asking about—"
Nora Scott stood up, and sohow, a small knife appeared in her hand, which she casually toyed with between her fingers.
She paced closer, paused in front of him, and lazily inquired, "That group of people who sold you fake goods, what’s their background?"
Aiming at those counterfeiters?
He was just a stepping stone connecting them?
Realizing this, the boss didn’t hesitate and quickly replied, "I, I don’t know."
Nora Scott squinted, hints of a murderous aura emanating from her eyes, lowering the perceived temperature, making bones tremble.
Tilting her head, she asked, "You don’t know?"
"I really don’t know!" The boss answered firmly, then softened his stance, hastily confessing, "Honestly, their operations are especially ticulous and careful, buyers like exist all over the country, countless in numbers. All I know is they’re operating out of Yangel, the process involves multiple transfers, and those who ultimately contact aren’t deeply familiar with them."
At this point, the boss was nearly in tears, "Their organization is so large and involved in forging... I really don’t know anything..."
Regarding his words, Nora Scott didn’t fully believe him.
If even under the Durant Family’s surveillance, it’s hard to uncover information about the counterfeiting group, they must undoubtedly be organized and disciplined, extrely cautious, and the organization appears to be quite extensive, definitely not an ordinary small workshop.
However, she also didn’t believe the boss was completely unaware.
"Take it to the corner, I can’t stand the sight of blood."
Instructing the young man, Nora Scott turned again, leisurely walking back.
Sitting back down.
As if without any backbone, her pose oozed arrogance.
"Yes."
The young man took the order and led the boss directly to the corner, avoiding the central line of sight.
The sound of heavy punches and kicks mixed with the boss’s screams filled the air.
This seemingly hard-headed boss, after being softened repeatedly, finally couldn’t maintain his stance, crying and shouting, "I’ll talk! I’ll talk! I’ll confess everything!"
Confess everything.
In just a few minutes?
Upon hearing this, Nora Scott clicked her tongue, quite disdainfully.
Nobody disturbed her.
They consciously went to the corner to interrogate the boss, extracting information piece by piece, making records, without letting the boss’s bloody figure tarnish Nora Scott’s eyes.
In the midst of questioning, Nora Scott occasionally caught snatches of information, her eyebrows furrowing at tis.
There was a premonition—
The "confessing everything" boss indeed only knew the surface details, his understanding of the counterfeiters’ organization was truly shallow.
This trip is likely to yield little result.
Nora Scott felt sowhat annoyed.
The phone vibrated, Humphrey Jennings sent a ssage inquiring.
[Humphrey Jennings]: Any results?
[Nora Scott]: Mm, withdraw.
After sending the ssage, Nora Scott picked up her phone again, playing with it between her fingers.
Pedro Langley’s flight was this afternoon, not sure if he’s arrived yet.
From afternoon till now, she’d been busy, completely forgot about Pedro Langley, let alone picking him up at the airport...
Thinking of this, Nora Scott sent Pedro Langley a ssage.
[Nora Scott]: Have you arrived?
Just after clicking to send, soone approached.
The man ca up behind Nora Scott, bent down, and murmured to her, "Nora, there’s soone in the inside room."
Soone?
Nora Scott raised her eyebrows.
According to their investigation, there was only the boss at the Serendipity Pavilion, not even a helper, so they hadn’t even considered searching the inside room.
Could it be a guest?
Or perhaps...
Thinking this, Nora Scott gave the man a look, he nodded, signaling to a few people, and imdiately headed for the door.
They noticed the anomaly from the boss’s gaze during questioning, soone later observed near the door and confird soone was inside.
Generally, if it were a custor, encountering such a situation, they would have scread or secretly called the police long ago. But after so long, they hadn’t heard a sound.
So...
They couldn’t afford to be careless.
Just at this mont, Nora Scott’s phone vibrated twice—
[Pedro Langley]: Mm.
[Pedro Langley]: I also watched quite a show.
Hmm?
Nora Scott was montarily stunned.
Then she looked up, her gaze sweeping across the entrance of the inside room, spotting a familiar figure appearing there.
Nora: "..."
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