Several figures flashed through Gin's mind, and he vaguely sensed that something was wrong.
Sure enough, his suspicion was confirmed the very next second.
—After the "surveillance footage" on the wall lit up, it quickly split into three sections.
Before the images had fully formed, one section was enlarged to fill the entire "projection."
The figure within it also became clearly visible.
—It was a woman with a tall figure and pale skin. Her wet blonde hair trailed down her back, and she was wrapped in nothing but a bath towel... Yet even from behind, she was unmistakable—Chris Vineyard. The internationally renowned international movie star, and also Vermouth, who held an exceptional position within the Organization.
The reason Vermouth had not answered the glasses immediately was obvious.
—She had been taking a bath again, and it was a bubble bath that required her to rinse herself clean before getting out.
Although she had noticed the flashing glasses long ago, and would not have minded fiddling with a strange pair of glasses while bathing as though they were a phone, Vermouth, who hated Sherry to the extreme, did not want to get this thing, which seemed to contain numerous hidden mechanisms and was connected to Sherry, wet.
So she hurriedly rinsed off the foam, dried her face and hands, then picked it up to examine it. After going through the same thought process Gin had just experienced, she placed the glasses on her nose.
Gin could not help giving her a look as though she were a useless teammate.
Almost at the same time, he heard the unfamiliar young man behind the nearby desk chuckle softly. There was not much mockery in his voice, but in the current situation, it sounded like ruthless ridicule no matter how he looked at