"In the future, when doing any little tricks," Flossie Wright waved a phone in front of her, "just narrate directly, it won't leave any evidence."
The phone stopped in front of her.
Quinn Milton suppressed her anxiety and glanced at the phone.
Obviously, it wasn't Julie Nixon's phone; on the contrary, it was a phone belonging to one of her familiar close friends.
On it were their chat logs.
Line by line, crystal clear.
"Where did the phone come from?!"
Realizing this, Quinn Milton became flustered and nervous, incredulously asking Flossie Wright.
There was Julie Nixon's phone and also her close friend's phone...
Who on earth was this person?!
Flossie Wright squinted slightly.
Julie Nixon's phone was, of course, snatched by force, but her close friend's phone was taken carelessly when they met on the road.
She didn't expect that after Sandy Cruz cracked the password, evidence would indeed be found inside.
With the evidence laid out, the next steps became much easier.
