Early in the morning, Quiana Doyle heard everything the Johnson clan people said to the mysterious rider dressed in riding attire at the hotel, clear as day.
This also included how Marcus Sharp's men intercepted the other party and took away the sample, which he saw with his own eyes.
At this moment,
after thinking of something,
Quiana Doyle stood on a stool and snatched back the laptop computer he had just returned to Flynn Zimmerman.
Flynn: "?"
Julian and Quiana: "?"
Ignoring the gazes around him.
With swift movements, Quiana's small hands danced across the keyboard.
Quiana also knew about computers; she leaned over to look: "Johnson Corporation? Brother, why are you searching for this?"
Julian couldn't speak; he could only quietly watch the content on the screen.
Early this morning's events.
Julian was also at the scene.
Now,
as he watched his brother searching for information about the Johnson clan, it seemed Julian had also thought of something; his eyes widened.