"You may never know that his personal phone was never left with me. As long as he went out or socialized, even in the office, the private phone was in the nearest position at his hand. When he went on a business trip a while ago, he turned on the mode of crazy working overtime, driving everyone under his hand almost crazy. But one night, he was so tired that he fell asleep on the sofa, and when I sent the papers, I found that he had been holding his personal phone in his hand and his wallet, which was opened to put on his bosom."
"Wallet?" Irish was puzzled. She had opened his wallet and found nothing in it.
"Maybe there are important photos or something?" Daisy said, "I'm just an assistant. I dare not touch the boss's things."
Irish couldn't think of any pictures in it.
"Oh, by the way, the general manager sponsored the F1 racing competition held in Chicago. Do you know about it?" Daisy was rare to say tonight.
Irish was stunned again, shaking her head, but quickly reacted to it, "Because of Jordan?"
"He ordered me to send a sponsorship with a lot of money for the event." Daisy thought about it and said, "In fact, the reason why the general manager is always opposed to his brother racing cars is very simple, that is, he is afraid of something happening to him. This time, he sponsored the fee and made a special request that all the components in his brother's car must be top quality and have the best safety performance."
Irish really hadn't heard of it.
"Irish, I think you have changed him." Daisy hit the nail on her head. "In the past, he had always been against his brother and paved all the roads for him, but this time it made me feel that he had begun to learn to respect his brother's choice. You know, it's not easy to change a proud man."
Irish's heartbeat was fast.
A long time later, Irish asked, "Do you know about Jordan's kidnapping?"
"I know." Daisy was hungry after all and picked up a snack.
Irish suddenly seemed excited. "So why didn't Joseph go to save Jordan at that time?"
Daisy paused and sighed. "It was not that he did not save Jordan, but that he was not allowed at the time. The diamond mine, which the manager charged, was developed with other groups then. If he hadn't kept it, the other party would have had a killing idea for losing huge profits. You've been to South Africa, and you know what's going on there. If he didn't save Jordan, he might be dead, but if he saved them, both of them would die. So, the manager had to stabilize the kidnappers first and then secretly figure out a way. A group of locals had been eyeing drilling and mining for a long time. As the saying goes, tigers couldn't fight against local snakes. Those people were locals. If they were not handled at a time, they would continue to kidnap and blackmail endlessly in the future."
Daisy said that the situation was roughly the same as Irish had once thought, and she also felt that Joseph would not cause Jordan's life to be at risk, and there must be something unknown about it. As for South Africa, she knew that interests were paramount there and the law was not strict, so human life was as cheap as ants. But Daisy's last sentence alerted Irish.
A bold conjecture arose.
"The violence that killed the kidnappers was not an accident, was it?" How could Jordan pretend to be dead and escape if it was an accident?
Daisy just smiled and put a snack into her mouth. "So sometimes the general manager is..." She thought about it and found an exact word, "quite cruel."
There was no answer, but it was better than the answer.
Irish was shocked and suddenly understood.
"You have to figure out what's going on right now." Daisy reminded her.
Irish silently took snacks, slowly eating, feeling no taste.
"If I were you, I might not have the courage to love Joseph. He is too good to obtain." Daisy smiled and said, "But you are different. You are much better than many women. What is important is that he has you in his heart. Think about it. If you marry him, you'll worry. If you don't marry him, you'll suffer. Worry is at least promising, but the pain is only pain."
This sentence reverberated around Irish for a long time.
****
Jay went to the rehab center again.
This time, Carmen's drug addiction did not relapse, honestly sitting in the chair, looking quietly at the wall.
After waiting for a long time, Jay pushed a piece of paper with a God pattern in front of her and knocked on the table. "You can only cooperate with the police now, at least you can save your life."
Carmen glanced at the pattern, stopped talking, and put away the joy of seeing Jay. After hearing Jay's words, she asked unexpectedly, "Why hasn't that girl come for a long time?"
Jay was slightly stunned and soon understood that she was referring to Lilith.
The name caused his heart pain.
He took a deep breath before he pressed it down a little.
"You broke up with her? Or did she break up with you?" Asked Carmen again.
Jay frowned. "I'm talking to you about falling angels now."
Carmen just looked at Jay's face. "It looks like you did break up."
Jay looked a little impatient.
"Do you love me?" Carmen looked at him.
Jay took a deep breath, pressed down his irritability, and said, "Carmen, I'm sorry, I don't love you."
"Then."
"I love her." Jay knew what she wanted to ask and said bluntly, "I feel guilty about you because you are good to me, and try to protect me, so I hope you can be successful with the detoxification process. Now your situation is better, I am at ease, but I hope you can cooperate with the police. Do not do pointless silence resistance; even if you escape, falling angels won't let you go. He won't believe you anymore."
Carmen closed her eyes, and she was in pain.
After a long time, she slowly opened her eyes, "You are right, this is indeed the pattern of God, and the evil angel has never been a person. Instead, it is an organization, a deeply connected and powerful organization."
Jay saw her speak, picked up the pattern, and asked, "Is this the pattern representing the evil angel? Is it a unified symbol?"
Carmen shook her head. "No, God is just one of them."
"Who?"
"I don't know."
Jay frowned more tightly. "How could you not know?"
Carmen clenched her fist. "All I know is that this man is dead. He is the most powerful of the evil angels. He was once in charge. But I really don't know what this man's name is, what he looks like, and what kind of career he usually does."
Jay looked at her. She seemed not to tell a lie.
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