"Sorry, I just got a call for cleaning."
The man wore a mask, feigning innocence.
Cole Hawke stared at him for two seconds, then glanced at the call switch at the door, suspicion flashing in his eyes.
Could it be that he was absent-minded and accidentally pressed the cleaning switch?
This wasn't out of the realm of possibility.
All because of Helen.
Cole Hawke didn't think too deeply, and asked flatly, "Is the cleaning done?"
"Almost done."
The man hurriedly started cleaning.
He let out a small sigh behind his mask.
He pretended to clean for a bit and then left the room.
Cole Hawke glanced casually, picked up his belongings, and left.
The man returned to his room and then sent the photos he had taken to David Taylor.
"Boss, I just went into Cole Hawke's room and took some pictures. I wanted to find more valuable things, but Cole Hawke suddenly returned, so I had to stop."
David Taylor received the man's message, opened it to take a look.
