"Alright, I can let you into the villa to meet me. Wait there, and I'll send someone to bring you in."
Jun Yiyi hung up the phone, dialed the internal line, and asked the butler to secretly bring the person in through the back door.
When the investigator came in, Jun Yiyi stood by the desk in the library, scrutinizing this tall Caucasian man. He was unremarkable in appearance, but his eyes were anything but ordinary. She had encountered some people like him at the institute, and there was a subtle mysteriousness about this man that puzzled her.
But she always felt there was something inexplicably strange about the whole affair, things happening day after day in a tightly interlinked manner, so abruptly, so intensively.
As if it were planned.
"Give me your ID," she ordered coldly, her voice clearly guarded.
The man lowered his eyes, pulled out his ID from the file bag he carried, and handed it to her.
