"Yes!" Belle said.
"You're lying!" Roosevelt shouted angrily, "David is nothing but a small fry. What ability does he have to know my plans? Moreover, when you were undercover, I hadn't even implemented the plan yet. How could he foresee it?"
"Believe it or not, it's up to you!" Belle sneered, "I'm telling the truth. If Father doesn't believe me, there's nothing I can do."
"Who usually contacts you?"
"The one who contacts me is a special agent in Brazil. I pass the intelligence to him, then he feeds it back to Director David. I don't directly contact Director David," Belle said casually.
Roosevelt knew this part was true, but he couldn't believe that Belle was just an undercover for David.
"Father, Director David is not a simple person. Perhaps you don't know enough about him," Belle said calmly, "That's the entirety of my undercover content."
"What did you find out?"
