Chapter 1680


    Sam''s hands quivered as he pointed outside, his lips moving but no sounding out.


    "Spit it out, man. C''mon, don''t you die on me, buddy, hey, don''t." Steward could only watch as Sam


    took hisst breath right in front of him, the grim prediction of that girl chillingly urate.


    He was truly poisoned beyond saving.


    After checking for any sign of breath from Sam and finding none, Steward had no choice but to call


    Sean to report, "Sean, he''s gone. Dr. Lee and the crew were all set up at the vi waiting, just five more


    minutes and we could''ve gotten him there."


    But fate had other ns, and Sam expired.


    Sean was taken aback, realizing that the girl must have had real medical expertise to know that Sam


    was beyond help and didn''t even bother trying to save him.


    "So, he didn''t spill anything?" Sean asked in a detached tone.


    "He couldn''t get the words out. He just kept grabbing my hand and pointing outside. I''ve got no idea


    what he was trying to show me."


    "Pointing outside?" Sean perked up, sensing something, "What was out there at the time?"


    "Nothing much. From where he was lying in the car, he could probably only see the sky. I can''t even tell


    if the moon or stars were out. Maybe he was hinting at someone whose name has any letter of ''Sky'' or


    ''Night'' or ''Moon'' or ''Star''?"


    "It''s a possibility. I''ll have someone dig into his contacts again, see if any names stand out with those


    elements. And while you''re at it, check who was around the back door of the auction tonight."N?velDrama.Org holds this content.


    "Will do," Steward replied and got straight to work.


    Meanwhile, Arabe had her own orders for Horace, "Check who was near the auction at the time Sam


    was injured tonight, see who could have taken a shot at him in the shadows. Pull up the street


    surveince, and if any feeds are down, let me know; I''ll restore them."


    Normally, there wouldn''t be so many camera malfunctions unless someone at that specific time wanted


    to stay hidden, be it a person or a vehicle.


    "You''re brilliant, boss!" Horace hadn''t thought about following this lead, and he knew that anyone


    tampering with surveince was trying to hide something. Lucky for them, their boss was a skilled


    hacker and this wouldn''t be a challenge.


    "Oh, and boss, with those guys potentially on our trail, maybe we should switch hotels for the night. I


    don''t like the idea of you being unsafe."


    "Don''t we have that hidden fire escape we can use?"


    Horace had mentioned before that by twisting the wallmp behind the sofa, a secret fire escape would


    be revealed.


    This design was for celebrities or VIPs who wanted to avoid the public eye when staying at the hotel,


    allowing them to leave quietly via this special exit, which was exclusive to the presidential suite.


    "Besides, if they wanted to go after us, they would''ve by now," Arabe added.


    Given Sean''s racing skills, they weren''t guaranteed a clean getaway. But everything was quiet, no one


    was pursuing them, so Arabe wasn''t worried.


    Originally, she''d nned to design the princess''s dress, grab the medicine materials, and head back


    home, but the emergence of the fire case was an unexpected twist. It was a good opportunity to delve


    deeper into the mystery that had stymied her for the past six months, stalling with no substantial leads.


    Come early the next morning.