A troubled look appeared on Timothy's face as he glanced at them. "Mr. Jefferson, it's not like you don't know Mr. Santoro's temper. Only he could summon someone to meet him. It's not easy to see him personally, even for me. I'm not even worthy of serving him coffee!"
Although Timothy was the General of the Department of Justice, he was nothing to Adam. "General Johnston, you've been in the Department of Justice for quite some time. I believe that you have your ways…"
The next second, Latrell went up to him and handed him an exquisite hand fan.
"General Johnston, this is the Dean family's heirloom. I hope that you can help us."
With that said, Latrell stuffed the hand fan into Timothy's hand. "Old Mr. Dean, you don't have to do this." Returning him the hand fan, Timothy heaved a sigh before saying, "Mr. Sullen helped me several times. I'll see Mr. Santoro…"
