Harrison Yale took the information without rushing to read it, and first sat in the car, letting the assistant drive.
All the way, he remained silent, just constantly flipping through the information in his hand.
With each page he read, the expression on his face grew darker.
By the end, the aura from his entire body seemed like a specter emerging from Hell; even from afar, one could sense the murderous aura emanating from him.
"Swoosh—" The car stopped at an inconspicuous Internet Café.
The assistant gripped the steering wheel and looked back at Harrison Yale in the rear seat, "CEO, this is the place where the Second Young Master found the person who sent Amelia Lawrence the photo from this Internet Café."
"Let's go take a look." Harrison Yale pushed open the car door and stepped out, striding directly into the Internet Café ahead of him.
