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"Should we call the police?"

The weary-faced property manager, who had been bustling about all night, suggested.

As a high-end property, service was paramount, not to mention when a prominent lawyer was seeking assistance—it was imperative to help.

"The CCTV didn't capture the perpetrator's image, so we can't prove whether Fang Qing left in her car on her own. These are all our own conjectures; the police might not accept the case, and besides, it hasn't even been twenty-four hours since Fang Qing went missing."

Worry was natural, but Ding He, who had been a lawyer for many years, still maintained the professional habit of thinking calmly even in such situations.

He then reminded, "Mr. Jiang, tomorrow is the trial for Guan Libing's case."

"Attorney Ding, you go back to the firm and find someone to stand in for Fang Qing in court."

Ding He pinched his glasses frame and frowned.

"A substitute? If we do that, Fang Qing's reputation will..."