"On that note, did you investigate the inn that caused all these incidents? All these people tried to sneak into that inn to kill the person who rented it, right? Did you get any news on how she is?"
John's voice was laced with excitement and a need to know Layla's identity. He had been trying to find out more about it and left no expanse unpair to know more.
It made his subordinate nervous, especially since he had looked around and found nothing on Layla.
From her name to her race and even her real hair color, there was no evidence that any of what he knew was right.
It was almost as if that silver-haired bitch had appeared out of thin air one day, and no one knew when that happened.
"I am afraid I would need a little more time to look around before I can answer you. We are actively looking for what you asked for, and we will make sure-"
The man spoke, but someone entered the room with urgent footsteps before he could finish.
