Ava's voice was filled with urgency as she inquired, "Brother, what are you waiting for? Do you have the Dean of Sports' contact number?" Her eyes remained fixed on the athletes as they prepared to take their marks for the 800-meter dash on the oval field.
Ren responded quickly, "I am already sending him a message," as he hurried to get the message out.
"Do you think he will believe you?" Ava was skeptical.
"Definitely. I have included a screenshot of the unencrypted conversation between those two individuals. The Duke is a smart person. He should be able to figure it out."
Ava's voice quivered as she asked, "How about Uncle Vasquez and the other guards? Have you informed them?" Fear crept into her eyes, turning them a fiery red. Suddenly, a silvery thread shot out from the tips of her right hand, weaving intricate cobwebs that spread across her monitor.
