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Cynthia wasn't sure if Emilia believed her excuse, but since her partner only hummed thoughtfully, no one could stop her from convincing herself that it must be so.
While the raven-haired girl was still nodding to herself, Emilia had already moved on to turning whatever remained intact in the room upside down to see if she could find something of interest.
Of course, it was impossible for a low-level scumbag like Andrew to possess anything worthy of her attention, and the crimson-haired girl soon trudged back to the broken sofa in disappointment. "Guess I can only wait for Penny's helpers to get here now. Hopefully the manager won't burst a vein by then."
Cynthia coughed. "W-Well, don't be so sad. You only wanted to clear up one of the dirty dens in this area to get started with your plan, and that's already done, right? Plus, we did find the record of that politician buying a child slave, which isn't nothing!"
