"Hidden in my room."
Dorothy Zechariah took a step forward and said to Tristan Reid.
This answer.
Left Tristan Reid dumbfounded.
Since Tristan Reid knew Dorothy Zechariah's identity.
No one dared to touch her room.
With Denton Quincy hidden in Dorothy Zechariah's room, he was naturally safe.
As for the person lying in Denton Quincy's room, it had always been a corpse, and this corpse was brought over by the county doctors during their support mission.
From the very beginning, Dirk Carter had already prepared for this contingency.
This time.
Tristan Reid was disheartened.
Completely disheartened.
He always thought his plots and schemes were flawless.
Even reaching the point of planning three steps ahead for every action.
But how could he have imagined that Dirk Carter, a young man not yet thirty, would think and act so far ahead and meticulously?
He accepted his loss wholeheartedly.
Forcing himself to stand up from the ground, Tristan Reid sighed.
