"After the room fell silent for about ten seconds, Abel finally found his voice. "Um... sir, shall I have someone track down Ms. Roberts?"

In Spain, this task would be a breeze, but in Qeaslouver...

But for the sake of his master's happiness!

Rafael's tone was indifferent. "Do we have enough time?"

Abel scratched his head sheepishly.

Rafael got up.

Abel hastened to follow. "Sir, are we not pursuing Ms. Roberts anymore?"

Rafael extinguished his cigar.

"What do you think?"

Abel felt at a loss for words.

"Do we continue the search?"

Rafael glanced back at Abel, who looked uneasy.

"You don't need to be involved in this matter anymore,"...