"The thing you wanted."
In the dead of night, a low male voice echoed in the hotel staircase.
As Olivia Song looked at what was in her hand, a shadow flickered in her eyes, and her usually gentle face revealed a sly smile.
Claire Green, this time, I will make sure you can't stir up any trouble.
"Mr. Weiss, your efficiency is impressive."
Her voice sounded particularly sinister in the night.
As the dim light fell, the boy's face finally emerged, and Miller Weiss spoke in a deep voice, "Since we're working together, don't disappoint me, Olivia, or else the consequences."
The implication was clear: don't play tricks on me, consequences are beyond your control.
Understood in one sentence, Olivia Song smiled, "Don't worry, I'll head back now."
After she left, another boy suddenly appeared.
"It's all recorded."
Looking at the high-definition video on the screen, Weiss smiled with satisfaction and patted the boy's shoulder, "Well done."
