Outside, the phone rang.
Kris Cooper got up and picked up the phone from the bedside table, and Tommy Taylor's voice came from the other end of the line.
"Irene Spencer's information has been sent to your email."
"Alright."
Clutching the phone, Kris Cooper returned to the study room, opened the computer, and checked the newly received email.
Soft footsteps echoed as Vera Wave entered, holding a tray.
On the tray were a bowl of porridge, a few small milk buns, and two small cold dishes.
"Hey, dinner's ready!"
Kris Cooper focused on the text on the screen, slowly straightening his posture.
"What are you looking at, so absorbed? Is there a big beauty?"
Vera Wave teased as she walked over and, seeing the photo on the screen, spoke with curiosity.
"Isn't that Irene Spencer?"
"Yes, I'm investigating her recently."
Vera Wave pouted, "What's there to investigate about her?"
