The Picture Of Camaro Buick

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As I walk inside our food laboratory, I see Yoongi, who's very wary with his phone. I stroll closer to him and stand beside him. He smiles at me and glances at the pool. 

"We can talk later. Update me if you gather some information." Then he hangs up. 

He crouches on the couch and signs me to sit in front of him. I just sit without any question. I place my purse onto the table and lean my back at the backrest of the chair. 

"What is it?" I ask. 

He sighs, crossing his legs and arms. "It's about Camaro."

"What's about her?" 

"She's unpredictable. We can't see anything about her as if someone is protecting her identity. I don't know why?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well, dad's men haven't got any information about her which is very suspicious." He replies.