After Kevin Clark came back, he took off his coat in the entryway, and the hair was on his shirt. He had no idea when it got there.
As he listened to Charlotte Lane calling his name softly, he broke out in a cold sweat in an instant.
"Little girl. I, I don't know," Kevin Clark seemed to be afraid that Charlotte Lane would leave, so he held her other hand first. "I've been in the office all day today, and I didn't see anyone besides Juan Wright. Really. If you don't believe me, go check Ryan Easton's surveillance."
Charlotte Lane looked at him without speaking.
"I really don't know how there could be hair," Kevin Clark's expression at that moment was the epitome of helplessness, nervousness, and fear.
His ears roared, and the view in front of him shrank, until he could only see Charlotte Lane.
The restroom was spacious, but he felt the space was compressing, the surrounding air was gradually thinning, making it difficult for him to breathe.
