Gem Atkinson grabbed the phone, gave it a couple of shakes, switched it on, and found it still worked.
He quickly scrolled through the call history, the most recent call was...
The man's face turned instantly cold as ice, enveloped in chill air, "Julius Mamet."
At the same time.
In a city thousands of miles from River State, at the airport.
Forsythia Brown, wearing an entirely different face, squinted as she lounged on the sofa; her flight was scheduled to take off in an hour.
"Julius Mamet, there is no need for a day's time; I will make a decision on behalf of Gem Atkinson."
"I want two things: one is the crime evidence of my brother, and the other is the dagger from Emmett Atkinson's case."
"Hand over all the evidence to me, and I'll leave."
Gem, I'm sorry, I never could just stand by and watch you die.
Gem, I'm sorry, I've betrayed my oath to you, and in the end, I became a deserter.
