Evan Palmer sat in the living room, his hands covering his head, with his head buried between his knees, the white hair at his temples particularly conspicuous under the light.
"Father,"
Adam Willow looked at him, the eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses flickering with complicated emotions, "Secretary-General Sze's intention is... to make Carlos disappear."
Evan Palmer looked up, staring at Adam Willow for a long time, his Adam's apple bobbing: "After all, he is... also my son. Also your brother."
"I don't need a brother."
Adam Willow's gaze was filled with hatred.
"He certainly knows too much."
Evan Palmer finally made up his mind, "Do it cleanly."
After Evan Palmer left, Adam Willow drew the curtains tightly, opened his laptop, and the eerie blue screen light illuminated his pale face as he entered a mysterious website named "PrisonNet."
"Five million..."
He murmured to himself, his slender fingers tapping the confirmation key on the keyboard.
