Nora Scott turned her head to glance at the person who had previously searched Pedro Langley's body.
That person clamped down on the boss's shoulder and then took out an envelope from his pocket, opened it, revealing a pile of photos, and threw them all to the ground.
The boss looked down and saw the ironclad images, his earlier bristling like a cat with its tail stepped on instantly quieted, his complexion paled little by little, even his dark skin showed some whiteness.
The images in the photos were all secretly taken when he was trading with others, few showed the faces of those he traded with, most were frontal shots of him.
"If the photos aren't enough, we have the full video recording," Nora Scott crossed her arms and leaned back, crossing her legs, speaking again with calm persistence, "Nowadays, keeping evidence is quite convenient."
Confident and unwavering.
She appeared arrogant as if deciding to "ruin him" depended on her mood.
