Hazel Hoffman's body instinctively shivered, her fingers curled into a tight fist, as if she were making a final struggle!
"Director Thompson, I don't know what you're talking about?"
"You don't know?" Joseph Thompson's eyes, which had been about to reach out to Hazel, were instead captivated by her fist that had clenched tight.
On Hazel Hoffman's wrist, she was currently wearing the Cartier watch that belonged to Jaylene Ziel, a matching pair to the one on his wrist.
Reaching out, he immediately grasped Hazel Hoffman's wrist, and then yanked the watch from her wrist.
"Ah!" Hazel Hoffman cried out in alarm, her voice already filled with panic and unease, her whole body trembling like fallen leaves in the autumn breeze.
"Where did you take Jaylene Ziel?" Joseph held the watch tightly in his hand, his voice questioning Hazel sounded devilish.
"I..."
