"Do you need me to come over and take a look? I'm at the Public Security Bureau."
"If you're busy, then there's no need. I want to take her downstairs for a walk."
"That's fine, make sure the bodyguards follow."
"Alright, I understand." Butler Santana choked up a bit, "Mr. Mcintosh, Miss Yale's emotions don't seem too good, she's been thinking about Mr. Cheney."
"That's human nature. Take good care of her. Make sure to wait until her emotions stabilize, and try not to mention Mr. Cheney."
"I know, I understand." Butler Santana nodded, "Mr. Mcintosh, what are they saying over at the Public Security Bureau?"
"They're still looking." Charles Mcintosh's mood was very heavy.
Butler Santana fell silent. Still looking?
His heart skipped a beat. Three days, still looking...
"The director wants to have a few words with me. I'll hang up for now, and I'll visit the hospital later."
"Alright." After hanging up the phone, Butler Santana still couldn't pull himself together.
