He was in the hospital, moving with ease; no one dared to block his path.
Spencer Childe walked steadily ahead, and no one dared make a sound.
Chale Cheney followed Charles Mcintosh, heading straight to the rest area.
When they reached the door, Spencer Childe had someone take Chale Cheney away, while he and Charles Mcintosh went inside alone.
"Report the situation to me," Spencer Childe sat down, a cup of freshly brewed green tea at his hand.
Charles Mcintosh nodded, not daring to defy Spencer Childe, and recounted the events to him.
But, he did not mention Jasmine Yale.
He simply said that in the end, Yolanda Fern had escaped, and Mr. Cheney had already dispatched people to track her down.
"Elder Childe, you can trust Mr. Cheney; Yolanda Fern will definitely be caught," Charles Mcintosh said.
"His people are so incompetent? They can't even keep an eye on a child?"
"An oversight amongst a hundred precautions," Charles Mcintosh responded flatly.
