Chapter 74 The Aftermath of Alcohol

Mary's phone call left George speechless. He sat in his dimly lit office, fingers tapping lightly on the desk, brows furrowed. To be honest, over the past few years, the information Mary provided had been too limited. He and his boss had gone to many places, mostly returning empty-handed. Each time their hopes were dashed, his trust in Mary gradually wore away. If not for his boss's insistence that the person really existed, he would have thought Mary was making everything up. His doubts and dissatisfaction snowballed until today's call from Mary was the final straw. "No news for years, and now that you're asked to turn yourself in, you suddenly have news?" George sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm and distrust. He felt Mary was treating everyone like fools. Unwilling to waste more time on what seemed like an endless game, he hung up the phone, not wanting to deal with her. Despite George hanging up, Mary was excited. She stood by the window, gazing at the distant light