As he reached the entrance, a man's voice came from the apartment.
"I know I've already said it, I really wasn't the mastermind behind that matter, and I don't even know the purchaser in the background, I just followed my brother's order to find Miss Aiden..."
Harrison Yale halted his footsteps, a layer of anger filling his eyes. He pushed open the unlocked room door and walked inside.
A very narrow apartment, quite messy.
A few shoe racks were haphazardly piled up at the doorway, the shoes on them emitting a foul smell. In the living room, the sofa was very worn out, piled with many miscellaneous items, making it hard to find a place to step.
The man they had bumped into on the street with Emma Aiden earlier was squatting on the floor in a sorry state, clutching his head, desperately explaining to the assistant.
