"Okay."
"Don't damage it, this diary must be very important."
"Mhm."
"When you're looking for people, it's best to work with a reward for finding lost relatives, mobilizing the masses, it will be much faster that way."
"Okay."
Anna Jadwin found a way, knowing it wasn't just sitting by watching Raphael Bailey suffer and waiting to die, she felt a lot better.
Sighing in relief as she sat on the sofa, she saw Wayne Bailey still staring at her, frowning, she asked, "What's wrong?"
"Is there anything else? Do you have anything else to say?" Wayne Bailey's blue eyes were veiled, his gaze cautiously probing.
"No, that's all for now."
Wayne Bailey picked up the items and turned to walk out—
"Wayne Bailey, you need to find people you trust to do these things. I don't trust just anyone."
"I know." Wayne Bailey's spine was tense, "I've restructured all of my men."
"What about Wilfred? I haven't seen him since I came back—"
