Tyr looked at the figure in the photo, the cold aura on his body gradually releasing, unable to hide the murderous intent in his eyes.
Morikawa cautiously asked, "Young master, shall we... take action?"
Tyr slowly spoke, "No, first give him some false clues, lure him elsewhere, then take action."
Taking action here would directly tell Winter that there indeed are problems with Feilengcui, wouldn't it?
He would not let Winter know any clues. Even if he dies, he must die without knowing anything clearly.
Morikawa understood and nodded, "Yes!"
"Pick a few photos, show them to Madam during breakfast."
Morikawa nodded, "Alright."
...
Past eight, Meow woke up.
She was still a bit sleepy, her head felt dizzy and foggy, unsure of where she currently was.
After a while, Meow's mind fully cleared, she turned and saw the small white cat on the bedside, its vividly real-looking eyes.
