She is beside him, even a smile is so cautious... It's clear what kind of grievances she has been enduring all these years.
Knock, knock.
A heavy knock on the door is heard.
"Come in." His gaze remains fixed on the LCD TV.
A burly man in a black suit enters from outside; he is Skyler Jones's most competent subordinate.
"Mr. Jones."
"Speak."
The man glances at the photo of Christine Quinn on the LCD screen, the words he wants to say suddenly stuck in his throat.
Skyler Jones slightly furrows his brows, "What do you want to say? Stop hesitating."
The man bows his head, holding back in hesitation.
Skyler Jones's cold gaze sweeps over him.
The man carefully lifts his eyes, anxiously looking at his boss, hesitantly saying, "The hospital on Second Avenue in London reported that a woman from the Flowery Kingdom suddenly collapsed due to a heart condition last night, and was sent to the hospital by a passerby..."
Skyler Jones stands up from his chair, "Is it Christine Quinn?"
