It was completely beyond their expectations. The trio had embarrassment written all over their faces.

Their gazes wandered around the room, unknown to others whether it was on purpose or was unintentional. After all, they had just left, so they all had a vivid impression of what the room had looked like. Whether or not the room had been rummaged, or if some of the important items had been shifted off their positions, the three of them were well aware. As the clock ticked, the leader's expression grew ugly as he turned to glance at the women on his left and right, only to see the women slightly nodding and shaking their heads.

All three of them had rich combat experience. For the trip, they had brought a policewoman with an excellent memory along to discover the most accurate clues in the shortest period.

Noticing their trivial actions, Trevor burst into anger.

Indeed, they were waiting to catch him off guard, weren't they? Were they trying to prove his crime? F*ck. What a series of plots. Had he paid too much taxes or donated too much money over the years?

Weren't they too much?

He had thought that they were forced to search his room, but seeing the group appearing for the second time, Trevor no longer thought so!

Their reappearance completely altered his view!

They regarded him as the main suspect, did they not?

Were their brains gobbled up? Didn't they know how to think?

There was no doubt that the trio was there to take the lead. As long as they sensed something amiss, they believed that the group that had left would soon return!

He had every reason to believe that they must be somewhere hiding in a corner! Fortunately, he hadn't touched those paintings!

Luckily, Victoria had brought some old paintings that had been completed in the past over. She was smart enough to have sprinkled the dyes on the previous paintings back when she had been handling the drugs. Although none of the paintings were framed, she was particular about not taking the paintings down from the painting boards even if they were completed. Instead, they were each fixed to their special painting boards. Plus, each painting board was thick enough to add desiccants or a thin piece of sponge to the inner layer. He had seen her stuffing desiccants two days ago and had asked her about it. She said that she was a profligate apprentice and was a particular person. Since she was afraid of the painting getting damp, and thus affecting the beauty, she figured out the painting board herself. As she was not a professional painter, she decided to go with how comfortable it was to her own eyes. It was why all her drawing boards were customized in that manner!

It was convenient to use with the desiccants added to it. After painting, she would leave it under the sun to dry the paint and was free to continue using it after she took the painting back. That was why although the new mixed dye was sprinkled on the painting, coupled with her professional skill, there were no traces of the wet paint.

One would normally check on unfinished paintings. Who could have thought of a new stroke in the finished product?! Thanks to her wide range of paintings, including plants, humans, and sketches.

Right then, not only was Trevor grateful for the luck that day, but he also admired Victoria for her intelligence, bravery, and carefulness!

She was betting on the rest of her life!

Feeling moved, the shock in his heart was indescribable!

The same thought crossed Wyatt's mind as his brows furrowed into a frown.

through his mind. Without getting onto his feet, Trevor leaned against the sofa and questioned in

"Officers, what's happening?"

his tone was no longer as polite as before. There was an obvious

the last item they had checked on. When the assistant to Officer Lawson had left, he had deliberately placed a pen at a specific angle as his marking. When he saw that the position had not shifted

his gut feeling told him that it was the best place to

of them would have touched the dyes and brushes if they had tried to deal with the drugs after the group had left. No matter what, the drug should be hidden in the painting if it were not to be in the dyes on the palette. After a thorough investigation, the police did confirm the paint on the brushes and drawing board had

nothing was out of

the shifted brush after they reentered the room, it only meant that there

of the brush was tricky.

should be in the way. One would either leave a mark on one's clothes or was

the possible events

the four sitting on the couch, how were they near to destroying the evidence and cleaning up

only force a smile to

phone. As a result of the nature of our work, we will be charged with discipline practices. To prevent

inform him in advance, nor could they send someone else to

way out. After having create the chaos, they had no choice but to continue The man waved his hand and shook the search warrant. The duo behind him dashed into the

found it. We've

looking for a mobile phone, yet three people were needed? They had to rummage throughout the room?

must take him as a fool, mustn't

fact, as long as there weren't any detection tubes, he wouldn't be afraid

eyes. His lips lifted with a mocking smile. Except for Wyatt

of them

their guards down if the storm had yet passed! After all, it was a crucial year for the country to wipe out the darkness and crack down on crimes. They would never

citizens.

how Trevor was plotted against, one could imagine

vent his anger although

to be encountering them a little too frequently recently! Finally, the two slowly retrieved the phone and returned

only brace himself to say, "I'm sorry. It's all our fault.

made a gesture at the same time as the three of

behind them. The four in the room had their eyes met. Right then, it

up, but he

"Uh?"

flashed in his eyes. What did she mean? Would they be hiding outside the

and said, "It's early. Let's play a few

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