As she thought about it, Vermouth could not help but sigh. "..." Had Uzo watched some weird horror movie lately?
This gradually approaching death might have been rather entertaining from an observer's perspective, but from Irish's point of view, it was probably no laughing matter.
Still, they would be back soon. Irish probably would not turn into a corpse that quickly... right?
While Vermouth was feeling slightly worried about Uzo's everyday infighting.
Elsewhere, at The Boss's residence.
The butler had actually already received that report about the Falling Case.
His information network was not so well-informed because he had been keeping an eye on Uzo. These reports were compiled from below, and among the intelligence personnel down there, no one knew that Jiang Xia was Uzo.
The only reason this report had reached him was that someone had reported that Irish was recently at risk of exposure—once an executive faced exposure, it meant they had to be rescued as soon as possible, or silenced as soon as possible. The latter required The Boss's decision, so this sort of information would ultimately all be gathered in one place.
But likewise, there had been no email, only a submitted report, and no follow-up after that. This indicated that although Irish had brushed past danger, his situation was not urgent at present.
Executives were always doing things that skirted the edge of the law, so encountering danger was perfectly normal. At first, the butler did not pay much attention to this intelligence. After giving it a glance, he was about to toss it into the paper shredder nearby.
But in the instant before the paper entered the machine, he belatedly picked out two words from the newspaper image he had just seen—"Jiang Xia" and "Detective."
Butler: "..."
His fingers paused. A moment