Roscoe's gaze struck Nicole as off, as though he didn't recognize her.

Nicole felt a surge of worry and unease, but couldn't figure it out.

She had heard that the Watts family was facing troubles, and scandals had come to light. As the legal representative of the Watts Group, Roscoe had been called in for questioning by the prosecutor's office multiple times.

At the red Light, Nicole discreetly snapped a few photos of the woman.

When the light turned green, the woman drove off with Roscoe.

Looking at the photos, Nicole recalled the woman's odd hand movements and the murmured words to Roscoe that she couldn't make out.

Everything seemed off.

Nicole sent the woman's photo to a hacker friend overseas with a message. “Could you help me identify this woman?"

The response was brief. "Okay."

Nicole stared at Roscoe's image in the photo with a heavy heart.

He appeared thinner than before. How did things come to this? He was once so vibrant.

Nicole blamed herself for everything. If only Roscoe didn't know her, perhaps things would be better...

Just then, the taxi driver announced the arrival, and Nicole gathered her thoughts. Her tasks were loaded, including investigating her father's death and helping Roscoe. She decided to tackle them one by one and unravel what was happening.

Stepping out of the taxi, Nicole surveyed her surroundings. Melissa's neighborhood was modest and somewhat rundown. The buildings were old and dingy, and the area around them was disordered.

Nicole located Melissa's apartment using the address Jemma provided.

After knocking persistently, no one answered.

Nicole called Jemma again. "Jemma, is Melissa at work?"

“No, that girl has been acting odd. She hasn't been seen for three days," Jemma said. "Is anyone at home?"

Nicole frowned. "No. I've been knocking for a while, but no one's answering."

“That damn girl, she hasn't run away, has she?" Jemma said helplessly.