Say...

Shouldn't this female assistant, Felicia Hardy, live in Osborne Manor with Harry?

Where is her person?

Lake looked up and said, "Connect the FBI."

After a while.

The Information Operations Center on the FBI.

Lake looked at the woman who appeared on the big screen and smiled: "Good evening, Debbie, where are you a seat?"

Debbie, the senior federal special agent over there, shrugged: "Our boss is on vacation. Is there anything wrong, Director Edwin?"

Lake touched his chin and looked at the information on his hand: "The Federal Commercial Crime Investigation Division has recently investigated Osborne Industry?"

Debbie nodded: "Osborne has re-signed the Patriot Agreement, which will take effect in half a month. This is just a routine routine check."

“What’s the result?”

"great."

"real?"

“…”

Debbie shrugged and pulled the topic away: "Is there anything else, Director Edwin."

Lake understood the meaning of this sentence in seconds, smiled and said, "By the way, did you see Ms. Felixia Hardy, the female assistant of Harry Osborne when you passed yesterday?"

Debbie leaned over and asked the agent next to her, then after a while, she looked at Lake: "Sorry, no."

Lake nodded: "Thank you."

Debbie smiled and said, "You're welcome!"

The call ends directly.

Lake touched his chin, his eyes flashed slightly.
Chapter completed!