"Alright, I won't say it," Connor chuckled, "I'm afraid I'll gross myself out."

He then turned to Moss, "You say it for me."

The two played off each other so well that Abbey was practically fuming, her nose nearly twitching with anger.

Gross?

She's gross?

Even talking is gross??

Everyone else in the room was stifling their laughter out of respect for Abbey, except for Kruz and Adrian, who were doubled over, laughing without a care.

Ethan couldn't help but let a smirk slip. What was she going to do? Flora wasn't as bad as she initially thought.

"Yes, boss," Moss responded seriously, then turned to Abbey, enunciating each word slowly, "Ms. Abbey, as I recall, all answer sheets for major events on Lone Island are uniformly printed and, more importantly, each one is numbered." Abbey's face turned pale as Moss's words sank in.

How did he know!

"The numbers are in sequential order. We can just check the sequence numbers of the answer sheets from Flora's exam hall and compare them with these. Everything will be clear."

Moss's voice wasn't loud, but it rang clearly through the room.

shred of color drained from her

a secret known

White family handled the printing

How did Connor know...

so sure they wouldn't find out, which was why

amazing! I didn't know about this!" Kruz was in awe of Connor and incredibly excited. "Did you hear that? Moss said every sheet is numbered. Let's check the numbers and

and swiftly grabbed the sheets from the table. "If the White family won't check, I'll

"Wait!"

feeling guilty?" Kruz

hard, panic

They can't check.

They absolutely can't check!

to think

"Director White!"

staff member's respectful voice came from

group of people

man with gray hair, leaning on a cane. Despite his age, his powerful

but felt a pang

Grandfather's arrival meant this

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