In the past few days, Charles Harrington had not made an appearance again, seemingly allowing Anna Jadwin and Wayne Bailey to wander freely.
He had ample time, even if it took years, he could wait…
The anxious ones were them.
"Mr. Bailey, as per your instructions, I've reduced the guards in the corridors these past few days," said a subordinate.
Charles Harrington idly played with a golden hourglass, a cold smirk forming on his lips.
"Just as you predicted, Mr. Bailey has had people searching all over, especially focused on your room…"
Charles Harrington crossed his legs and squinted, smiling faintly. Let him search, he could search his whole life and he would not find what he wanted.
"A dying crab always flips over once," the guard flattered with a laugh, "Mr. Bailey, if there's any movement, I'll report to you at once."
Charles Harrington nodded indifferently and pressed the phone button, inquiring after the progress of the ring being made.