After the secretary had left, Baron Lawrence did not sit down.
He furrowed his brows and paced back and forth in irritation. After a few steps, still feeling uneasy, he returned to his desk, picked up the phone, and dialed out.
"Hello, Commander?"
"I need a favor in my personal capacity, have the Intelligence Bureau investigate someone for me…"
After 3 minutes.
In an old residential neighborhood of Linton City, a middle-aged woman in her fifties was walking her grandson home from school.
Seeing so many cars parked in front of her building, she was firstly taken aback.
Then, upon spotting the men in military uniforms, her heart skipped a beat, and fear shone through her eyes. Quickly picking up her bewildered grandson, she lowered her voice and said, "Leon, be good, Grandma is going to take you to find your mom."
