Jackson's expression was cold, no longer the gentle demeanor from before.
The person he called was a senior official from the M Country's Intelligence Department.
"Sir, don't worry, we've been monitoring closely during this period, and everything is progressing as we anticipated."
Jackson still wasn't reassured, "Are you really sure there's no problem?"
Because he was naturally a rather suspicious person.
Even a small unexpected incident would arouse his doubts.
Jackson narrowed his eyes, then said chillingly, "Who has she met recently? Remember to send me the records."
He needed to ensure the plan would be flawlessly executed!
...
Wall Street Management Institute.
Even if Jiang Huai Bei rushed over, it would still be noon the next day by the time he arrived.
He hurriedly pushed open the door and, upon seeing Jiang Tong and Qiao Mou sitting in the chairs, seemed extraordinarily excited.
"Where is my Muse? Which one is my Muse? Where is my Muse?"
