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"Mr. Zay, I've got it," Secretary Jorell told Mr. Zay over the phone.

At home, Mr. Zay, talking to Inspector Theron, straightened up and asked, "How did you get it? You didn't make him suspicious, right?"

As soon as he got this question, Secretary Jorell immediately glanced to his left, where Ardo was fast asleep on the sofa. He suddenly felt guilty and swallowed nervously. "I... gave him sleeping pills."

"But you take it easy. Everything is fine. I didn't hurt him; I just took some of his hair. Ardo just fell asleep for a while." Then-Secretary Jorell explained quickly. "Mr. Zay, where shall I deliver these samples?"

Mr. Zay massaged his temples, suddenly feeling dizzy. "Jorell, when you could have made an excuse by checking the health of the marketing division, it doesn't have to be like this either."

"Ah, never mind, it's fine." Mr. Zay sighed softly and straightened up again. "You come to the house."

"Yes, Sir." After his call was cut off, Secretary Jorell breathed and exhaled slo
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