Slowly, he opened his mouth. His voice was cold. "Have you finished your work in France?"
"Yes. Everything has been arranged. We are only waiting for your orders," Glen chuckled.
The silver ring on his finger shone brightly under the moonlight and gave off a cold sheen. "It's time."
"Yes, sir."
...
In a coffee shop outside the North District Police Station, Hamilton stared at the man in front of him who always wore a faint smile.
He looked similar to Garret, but somehow completely different from Garret.
His smile was more charming and genuine.
Glen put a sugar cube into the coffee and stirred it with a silver spoon. "I'm not familiar with Oceanfront City. I wanted to treat you to a meal, but I don't know if it breaks rules for a police officer. Will a cup of coffee be fine?"
Hamilton was calm and collected. He ignored the coffee and asked someone to bring a glass of water. "You are right. As a police officer, I can't eat with someone like you. It will arouse suspicion."