Anthony Charlie straightened up, a flash of tension in his eyes: "Speak."
Count Hughes briefly explained: "Found some clues last night, my people are investigating, but we'll have to wait a few days for specific details."
Upon hearing the words "found some clues," Anthony's mood secretly lifted: "Is she not dead?"
"Hard to say."
This was the first time in these years that Anthony felt that the other party's reticence was not a good thing, and he had to ask again: "Then what is it?"
"Checking, five days."
Count Hughes was reliable in his work; if he said five days, it meant there would definitely be a result in five days.
He had been waiting for six years, so a few more days didn't matter.
Anthony relaxed, "Why call if there's no answer?"
"Well." Count Hughes opened his mouth, "How is she?"
Anthony deliberately asked: "Who?"
"Her."
"Who is she?"
"...Violet."
Anthony didn't like to talk because he felt that there was nothing to say to others.
