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He had made a decision.
Moi called Waite.
They talked for over ten minutes.
Moi hung up the phone, feeling somewhat depressed.
Waite had repeatedly assured that this matter had nothing to do with him, that he was completely unaware.
Whether that was true or not, Moi didn't know, but what he did know was that if it was Waite's doing and he was now repeatedly denying it, it meant that this issue would not stop any time soon.
If it wasn't Waite.
Then he was now choosing to stand by and watch.
A real headache.
Moi didn't know whether Waite had told the truth or not, which was the most disgusting part, making him unsure how to proceed, whether he should take measures against Waite. This was the first time Moi encountered such an exasperating situation.
He smoked all afternoon.
And still had no clue.
