The Director noticed the crumbling expression of the trio, but he did not interfere for his aim was to fish out the culprit.
"Tell me about this client." He went straight to the point.
"The only information we have about the client is that they come from one of the Monarchical Cities. Our point of contact has always been Wilson." Jones relayed.
Wilson's face was drained of blood within seconds.
"What nonsense!" He shouted and stood up as he pointed his finger towards Jones.
The Director and Old Seven looked at him simultaneously pressuring him to the point that he took a step back.
"This is a lie. It's a conspiracy." Wilson's voice was trembling. The previous display by Old Seven was enough for him to know that he had chewed more than he could swallow.
The Director did not hear all this as he once again placed his hand on the leather book. The same ancient script appeared once again and surged towards Wilson but--
