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"Still no clue about Anna?"

"Sorry, boss, we only found this item... on the roadside of the Fifth Avenue." He took out a broken brooch.

In the building, Efim was glaring at his followers--- He was magnificent in appearance, especially when dining with those politicians, he controlled his demeanor all the way to a textbook extent. However, he didn't think he had to continue maintaining this attitude at all in his own place.

So he snorted, poured the remaining wine to his followers face, "Humph! Trash!"

The follower wiped his face, dared not to speak until watching Efim's anger fade away, "Boss, the guy last night said he's Urey of Typica's Family. Many guests heard that. Should we contact that family first and asked what happened?"

Efim continued to snort, "Contact them? The auction is held in the name of F & C. If we contact them, that means we tell them that we stole the painting."

"Boss, I mean, we can contact the Typica Family in the name of 'Freedom and Clown'. "