The Councilor's Office.
Quentin Ford furrowed his brow slightly after receiving the news from the interrogation room.
Soon, the call connected, and a familiar face appeared before him.
"Luke, I have something I want to ask you."
The man was still as refined and composed as ever, his tone unhurried as if it were nothing important.
But Arthur White, on the other end of the line, keenly sensed Quentin Ford's displeasure. Only someone who had been by his side for a long time could read the micro-expressions on his face.
Arthur White's eyes flickered. "Go ahead, sir."
Quentin Ford didn't beat around the bush. He directly showed Arthur White a photo of Zoe Pierce. "Do you recognize this person?"
Arthur White glanced at it. "I do. She's the Omega daughter of a small-time energy mine owner."
Quentin Ford continued, "Did you have anything to do with her parents' mining accident?"
He was. The problem was simply that he hadn't covered his tracks properly, which led to this issue.
