The assistant followed Collins'' line of sight and instantly mped her mouth shut when she saw Vicky.


    Vicky and Collins were always at odds, even though they both held the prestigious title of top agent. However, none of Vicky''s clients had reached the superstar level of someone like Leo. That was the ring difference between the two of them.


    Standing in the doorway with her arms crossed, Vicky wore a barely concealed look of schadenfreude. After a moment, she sauntered in, made her way to Collins'' desk, and perched on its edge, flicking her fingers nonchntly before cocking her head at him. "Busy with something, Collins?"


    Collins spun around in his chair, his face a mask of irritation. "None of your damn business."


    He had definitely noticed Vicky''s smug demeanor around the office these past few days. Ever since the news of Leo''s car ident broke, she hadn''t bothered to hide her glee. Actually, she always wore that same smug expression whenever Leo had any trouble. It was downright nauseating.


    Seeing Collins'' expression darken only brightened Vicky''s mood. She smirked, dropping the pretense. "Such a temper. Anyone would think your precious Juztin is... seriously incapacitated."


    Collins gave her a cold once-over, choosing not to engage.


    Vicky''s eyes darted slyly as she shifted further onto the desk, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "I see lots of spection online about whether Juztin was... high, which might have caused the ident. Makes you wonder if there''s any truth to


    it."


    "You seem pretty thrilled about Juztin''s mishap," Collins said with a sardonic smile, not hiding his suspicion. In fact, Vicky was the first person he suspected after Leo''s ident. So, he had already sent someone to dig into Vicky''s recent activities, awaiting the results.


    "Now, Collins, that sounds almost nderous. We''re from the same agency, and Juztin represents ourpany''s image. I''m heartbroken for him," Vicky murmured softly.


    Collins let out a scoff. "Save it."


    "By the way, how is Juztin really doing? We''re all colleagues here. No need to be so secretive, right?" Vicky didn''t take her eyes off Collins as she spoke.


    "Noment." Collins looked away, as if unwilling to let Vicky catch a glimpse of his true feelings.


    Seeing this, Vicky heaved a sigh. "Alright then. I was going to ask if you needed any help, but you don''t seem to want it."


    Collins'' phone on the desk began to vibrate - someone was calling. Vicky sneakily nced at the screen, but before she could make out the caller ID, Collins had already snatched up the phone, a slight tug at the corner of his mouth.


    "If there''s nothing else, I''d appreciate it if you''d leave," said Collins, not picking up the call but dismissing Vicky coldly.


    With a shrug, Vicky''s feet hit the floor, and she leisurely straightened her jacket before throwing Collins onest look and exiting the office.


    The assistant hurried to the door and softly clicked it shut.


    Collins waved her off. "You go on out too."


    Nodding, the assistant departed.


    Once alone, Collins finally answered the call. It was from the private detective he had hired.


    "...Alright, we''ll discuss it in person."


    The conversation was brief, and Collins hung up swiftly. Judging by his tone, he had stumbled onto something. He mulled it over for a moment, then pulled open a drawer, grabbed his car keys, snatched his jacket from the chair, and strode out of the office.