"I'm just a rich man's wife"
"Huh?" Their brain suddenly stops.
Observing their reaction, a subtle smile slowly crept onto Niden's face.
"Why do you guys look surprised? There's nothing you should be worried about. All you have to do is the exact same thing you guys have been doing for years. The workers at the dock will brief you on which crates go to which building."
"B-but the scale is—"
"Don't worry, don't worry," Niden waved his hand dismissively. "We have a similar-sized wagons as yours in our warehouses. We will scale down the quantity of goods to replicate the environment you guys are used to."
The drivers become visibly uneasy and want to say something but Niden has none of it.
He called the guard outside and ordered them to take these drivers to the docks.
As they left the interrogation room, Niden's expression transformed.
A subtle sneer curled on his lips. "Fools," he muttered under his breath. "Do you think you can lie to me?"
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