"Yes, Mr. Gibson," Alex responded respectfully.
Soon, Alex returned to the conference hall with a copy of Melissa's surveillance footage from the time she went to the airport and came back this morning.
"Mr. Gibson, I got it." Alex handed Murray the USB.
Murray took the USB, leaned back, and narrowed his eyes.
He wondered what on earth the surveillance captured.
He put the USB on the table with a cold expression and said indifferently, "Show me."
"Yes." Alex turned on the computer and projector and began to play the surveillance video on the USB.
Susie wiped the sweat from her forehead and comforted herself.
He won't find anything even if he got the surveillance, she thought.
She didn't swap the blueprints herself.
She made the perfect arrangements. It wouldn't be traced back to
