Hidden behind the books was a cowhide paper bag. Her heart trembled slightly as she took it down. Squatting on the ground and holding the flashlight in her mouth, she quickly opened the bag.
She pulled out a few sheets of paper; it was indeed the design drawings Frank Mitchell wanted! The handgun model was an exact match.
Happiness had come so suddenly that Amelia Shaw trembled all over. With trembling fingertips, she took out the camera she had prepared.
She placed the design drawings on the ground, illuminated them with the flashlight, and quickly photographed all of them.
After confirming all the photos were clear, Amelia Shaw packed the design drawings back into the cowhide paper bag.
She carefully placed it back on the bookshelf, covering it with books.
She patted her chest, feeling her heart pound. A surge of vengeful pleasure erupted within her.
Thomas Shannon, you'll regret treating me this way.
