"Did you find out?" Marcellus Dankworth took a drag of his cigarette before questioning his subordinate.
The subordinate respectfully handed over several pictures, Dankworth extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray and began to look through the photos.
The person in the photos was Aubree Groove, however, the angles were clearly taken secretly. But even these unflattering angles, nor the high blur filter, couldn't hide the young lady's innate nobility.
"Perchers Goods Company?" A confident smirk spread across Marcellus's face.
"It seems even God is helping me."
"Get Alexander White to see me."
His subordinate hesitated, "Alexander... he is ill."
"Ill?" Dankworth frowned, "His failure at a crucial time will cost him greatly."
The subordinate wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "Sir, there's something eerie about this woman, and Alexander suffered a great loss under her. I believe..."
The subordinate was delicately suggesting that she was not someone to be messed with.