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"Vivi Fisher?" The masked man murmured the name, a look of inquiry etched across his face. He furrowed his brows in deep thought, then gave a slight nod, murmuring, "Bring me her investigation report."
The middle-aged man facing him calmly extended a hand, clearly indicating that he wanted to review Vivi Fisher's detailed information immediately. Overwhelmed, he hurriedly wiped the cold sweat from his brow with a handkerchief and weakly replied, "We haven't completed the investigation yet."
"Hehe." The masked man let out a sinister chuckle, glancing at him with interest.
"Spare me, Young Master Stevens," the middle-aged man pleaded, dropping to his knees in fright. Looking as if he's been inflicted a death sentence, he shivered as he pledged, "Three days. Please give me three more days. Even if I have to dig into the history of her ancestors, I will get all the data and deliver it to you."
