More than half an hour later, Tonks finally sauntered out of the work passage.
When Wales saw her in the distance, casually carrying a broom, the rage he had been holding back immediately flared up.
"Tonks! Finish the task quickly!"
Tonks rolled her eyes at him from afar. "Got it, I'm starting right away!"
She mounted her broom, gripping the handle with her left hand to control her flight while holding a crystal ball in her right to scan the lawn.
Wales took a deep breath, trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart.
If it were not for Wayne, how could he have been entrusted with such an important task "time and again"?
He had already been bottling up his anger, and now he had to stay busy all day because of the other party's demands.
"Tonks! Hurry up! Stop dragging your feet!"
"Got it!" Tonks accelerated with an unhappy expression.
If he had the guts, he should go find Wayne. What kind of man took his temper out on her?
"Hmm—" She suddenly stopped and looked at Wales in the distance.
Although this man was single-minded and stubbornly clung to rules, he was quite likely to be the mole.
Had he completely gone dark because he wanted revenge?
"Tonks! What are you standing around for?!"
That overwhelming resentment only deepened Tonks's suspicions.
She gave a soft snort and resumed working.
Wales watched her for a while. Only after seeing that she was no longer slacking off did he turn and head toward the stands.
Wayne Enterprises had requested a complete inspection of the stadium, inside and out. As the supervisor, he was not much less busy than the other members of the Special Squad.
Tonks watched his retreating figure from afar and slipped back into slacking