“Ah, good. Come into my office." Coralie sat behind her desk.

Without missing a beat, Camila handed the files to her.

“These are the documents needed for the seminar," she said calmly.

“Please have a look and check if they are correct."

Coralie glanced at her briefly before going over the papers.

When she was done, she looked up and eyed Camila in surprise. "Is this all that you prepared."

Camila frowned and nodded, pretending to be confused. "Is that not enough? Have I made a mistake?"

Coralie hesitated for a couple of seconds.

“We have a lot more to offer."

“Oh. I thought that we should keep some of the data to ourselves. After all-"

"You are from Azmar." Coralie finished Camila's sentence.

“True. But my Life is in Faymoor now," Camila countered without batting an eye.

While Coralie's fondness for her ran deep, the constant competition between the two countries ran even deeper. Coralie had no choice.

"I suppose you have done well," Coralie finally said.

Camila hastily lowered her head in a show of humility, but in truth, she was trying to hide her expression.

Back in Azmar.

Isaac knew that Camila was still alive.

There was no way he could give up searching for her now.

As for Lilith, he no longer had any use for her.

At this point, Josiah was his last chance. He must extract the information out of the man, one way or another.

Everyone had his or her own weaknesses.

And there was only one way to handle someone as tough as Josiah.

“If you still refuse to tell me what I want to know, I promise you that your wife and children will be brought here immediately, and you can all enjoy each other's company.”

Isaac stood in the middle of a spacious room, his feet parted, his hands clasped behind his back.

Josiah had been here less than a day. Perhaps he had yet to realize the full gravity of his circumstances.