Claire Green leaned back on the bed, her long legs crossed, with a laptop casually placed on her lap, her fair hands swiftly tapping on the keyboard.
After finishing up, she sent a brief text message, tossed the phone aside, and got up to head to the bathroom.
When she came out and saw the message on her phone, her thin lips curled slightly.
The next morning.
Charles Jordan walked in with a troubled look on his face, glancing at the two who were having breakfast and hesitating to speak.
"Go ahead!"
Julian Sia lifted his eyelid slightly, his expression indifferent.
"Mr. Sia, our goods were hijacked," Charles Jordan lowered his head, somewhat afraid to look at his expression.
"Was it J again?" Julian Sia spoke nonchalantly.
Seeing Charles Jordan nod, one of his eyebrows raised, and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.
It was somewhat interesting, J seems to be targeting the Sia Manor's goods.
