Caleb Bloom and Evan arrived at the entrance of a building. They had expected Milton Adler to find any excuse to refuse a meeting, especially with Caleb Bloom. He was Flora Bloom's father, after all. If Milton Adler was truly plotting something behind their backs and had involved Flora, he would surely try to avoid any trouble.
"Evan, what brings you two here?"
Evan stepped forward, his expression grave, and looked directly at Milton Adler.
"I think you owe us an explanation. Why did Old Lynch go missing? Even if you're in charge of the base now, don't you think you've gone too far?"
Milton Adler's expression turned frigid, his gaze toward Evan clouded with malice.
"How dare you! Evan, who do you think you are? What gives you the right to question me?"
"As Old Lynch's subordinate, I have every right to know where my superior is!"
Milton Adler's ancient eyes flickered, his gaze shifting between Evan and Caleb Bloom, scrutinizing them.
