Henry Ford's eyes flickered: "Oh?"
"The car, the helicopter, and that woman's daily movements, I've got them all figured out." She graduated at the top of her class from the police academy, which is why she was specifically assigned as a warden in the royal prison. That kind of place isn't your typical prison, and the cops there aren't just anyone who can walk in easily.
The woman spoke as she handed over printed documents, her investigation report from the recent period.
"Mr. Ford, I have to go back." The woman whispered, "Lincoln has been investigating closely lately. I can't stay outside for too long, or I'll get caught."
Henry Ford looked up at her, observing the infatuated gleam in her eyes. His smile widened at the corners of his mouth. Being so close, the woman found it utterly impossible to resist even the slightest bit of his charm, her heart pounding as though it might leap out of her chest.
How could there be such a perfect man in the world?
