With that thought, it made sense that Morrison had pursued him.
He glanced at the watch on his wrist, there were still five minutes left until midnight.
This watch was also bought by Yan Junze in Great Capital, USA, and it was very cheap. It was just for telling time, but the quality seemed quite good.
Although the crisis was imminent, Yan Junze still had ample time to review the materials.
He momentarily ignored the sensation of being targeted and quickly flipped through the photo album in his hands.
After putting down the first album, he picked up the second one and browsed through it at a very fast pace. Afterward, Yan Junze's eyebrows were tightly furrowed.
He looked at the other photo albums on the desk. He had gone through all of them, but bizarrely, none contained Jacob's photos.
Not a single one.
Whether it was in the photo albums, on the desk, bedside tables, or in the frames inside the display cabinets, there was no photo of Jacob to be seen.