"Yes, we can't trace him."
Robert Green looked at Adam Jones somewhat nervously and said, "We have utilized all our connections, yet we still can't determine the identity of this Mr. White."
"The fact that he has kept his identity so hidden is problematic in itself."
Adam Jones threw the pen he was holding onto the table and said:
"Elly must be hidden by him. Send people to search that building, dig three feet into the ground if necessary to find her. I'll take responsibility for any consequences."
Robert Green looked at him, hesitated for a moment, then nodded and agreed, "Yes, President."
It wasn't long after Robert Green left that Adam Jones leaned back in his chair, his face showing utter fatigue.
"Elly, where are you exactly? You wanted me to learn how to sweet talk, and now I've learned so much, but... where are you? If you don't come back, what use is it for me to learn all this…"
He stared at the ceiling, his eyes becoming sore and reddening.
