"Dawn, arrange everything as I said before. We should help Vernon finish this matter fast. Or it would affect Helena later," Merlin instructed his assistant.
"Ok boss."
"Also, did you find out what I asked you yesterday?" Merlin asked.
Dawn looked confused for a second. He recalled suddenly, "You mean your hair, boss?"
Merlin raised an eyebrow and looked at Dawn. Dawn lowered his head and gulped on his saliva. His boss hates the assistants who ask him too many questions or are too slow to understand his instructions.
"Yes, Boss. As you thought, they really sent your hair to the DNA center." Dawn answered quickly so that Merlin wouldn't think about getting angry at him anymore.
Merlin raised an eyebrow. "With whose?"
When Vernon plucked his hair the night before, Merlin obviously sensed it. How could he not know the difference between a watch stuck in his hair and someone wanting to pluck his hair? He was a trained man who could differentiate all these little details.
