The stuff he was looking for wasn't in William Frans's Cell Phone.
Charles White cautiously glanced at the sleeping Zoe Yale before stepping forward and swiftly searching through William Frans's Office Desk.
He had just caught a glimpse of a secret compartment under the Office Desk when he felt as if eyes were on him...
Charles White's nerves tensed, and he sharply looked up, meeting Zoe Yale's bewildered Eyes.
Her gaze was still a bit hazy, like she had just woken up, innocently blinking as if asking him why he had moved to William Frans's Office Desk...
"Are you a thief?" Zoe Yale sniffed her little nose and stood up from her spot, frowning at Charles White.
Charles White: "..."
"I just have a document that I couldn't understand, and I wanted to see if there was any reference material," Charles White only hesitated a second before regaining his composure and speaking indifferently.
