The woman raised her head, her young face written with vicissitudes of life. She looked at Max with a
complicated look in her eyes.
“Thank you,” she said in a soft voice.
Max waved his hand, signaled that she did not have to thank him.
“You know what to say when you give your statement to the police, don’t you?” He still looked
expressionless.
Of course, the woman knew what he meant. Max had done her such a huge favor, and Solomon was a
scum; thinking of this, she nodded her head with no hesitation.
These people were the one who pulled her out of the mire.
Max said no more. He turned and left with his men.
When they met last night, he had already made it clear to this woman. Jared had never made any
mistakes with the person he chose to deal with.
Thinking of this, Max had a faint look of admiration in his eyes.
His boss had almost predicted what was going to happen; Solomon would go to the clubhouse today,
look for this woman, and get drunk So he instructed them to negotiate with this girl in advance, teaching
her step by step how to lure the scum into the trap, and then he would be done for.
Moreover, it was Inspector Pearce who was chosen. He was well-known for his effort in rescuing women
in trouble.
It was said that Inspector Pearce had once rescued abducted women in Yomming State.
During the operation, many of his teammates were injured, and the women trafficker killed his only
daughter in retaliation.
It was not hard to imagine what would be the fate if Solomon fell into his hands.
Max still remembered his boss’s grim face, which looked so cold and unfathomable. He casually made a
telephone call and smiled when he heard the guy at the other end whine.
“I saw people I shouldn’t have seen in Club Studio.”
Claus was complaining that he did not take him on a mission. And when he heard that, he couldn’t care
less about anything but said a few words to Claus.
“I’ll go over,” Claus said.
He jumped into his sports car and sped toward the clubhouse where Solomon was. When he arrived, he
walked to the reception counter and took out a card expressionlessly.
“I want to know all the customer information here in two hours.” The reception guy looked at the card in
his hand, and nodded respectfully, then turned on the computer with trembling hands.
The hands of those who were working in this line would never shiver unless they really could not help it.
Claus looked at the reception guy and was pleased. He enjoyed the pleasure of having someone serving
him.
After he casually looked around for a while, the reception guy walked over with a tablet.
“M-Mr. Graham, the customer details are in here. Take your time and call me if you need anything
again.”
There was a hint of fear in his voice.
Claus took the tablet, ignoring the reception guy, and slowly and leisurely browsed through the list. He
cocked an eyebrow when he saw those familiar names, but things had nothing to do with him, so he did
not want to be nosy. He kept scrolling down the list with his callous finger and finally stopped at 14:20
pm.
Michael’s name appeared a few minutes before Solomon’s record. Claus raised his eyebrows with
interest. He returned the tablet to the reception guy and thanked him politely. The reception guy shivered
and then forced a smile that looked uglier than crying.
“It’s my job,” he said.
Claus ignored him, returned to his car, and replied to Max’s message.
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