Anthony was still seated on the sofa as an ominous aura emanated from him. Chris, meanwhile, sat not too far from him as he did his homework, though his gaze would dart around from time to time. What happened? Why did Anthony seem different? At that moment, Luke walked in. “President, we found something. On that night, a woman was trying out a new phone not far from the Safford territory, and she used the super-zoom function to take a photo that captured the image of two people sitting on the motorbike.” As he spoke, he handed the printed-out photo to Anthony. As Anthony was about to look at it, Chris suddenly launched toward him, snatched the photo from his hands, and tore it into pieces. Anthony frowned. “Momo, what are you doing?” “Argh…?” Seemingly snapping back to reality, Chris looked around and then said with a dumbfounded look, “Why am I here? Wasn’t I doing my homework? Why am I here? Hmm! I must’ve been sleepwalking. Yes, sleepwalking!” he answered himself bef
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