Back at the hotel, Drake White's message came through, just as she expected, only partial information.
[I've sent you the data, that's all there is]
[Okay.]
Claire Green replied with a single word, casually checking it out.
Suddenly.
Her gaze froze, a slight smile appeared on her lips.
The data showed that the presidential office recently had frequent contact with someone named Bourne, but Drake White couldn't find this person.
Playing with aliases, that's her specialty.
She took out her laptop from her bag, about to take action, when her phone vibrated incessantly with messages.
She glanced at it, all were complaints from Drake White.
[Damn, why is Julian Sia going this far?]
[It's just some stolen goods, yet he blew up my base.]
[Though I'm unharmed, all my goods were inside.]
[With this explosion, how many earning opportunities have I lost?]
After reading these, Claire Green's eyes lifted mischievously, tinged with a hint of laughter.
