Harry North seemed hesitant to speak. He lifted his eyes to glance at the door made of special noise-canceling, bulletproof material and forced a smile, "Brother Que still doesn't know that this matter is related to Miss Bardot, but it's almost certain that she was the Santa Claus."
"Hmm." Arthur Lindsey's expression was grim.
"I don't understand why Miss Bardot would do this..."
Harry North cautiously requested, "Master Lindsey, Miss Bardot is acting very abnormally, one moment delivering a bomb to harm people, the next saving someone who fell off a roof. Shouldn't we monitor her mobile communications, real-time location, and everything else?"
"I'm afraid it's already too late." Arthur Lindsey's wicked lips curled into a smirk, his starry eyes slightly squinting.
"So that's why you had Brother Que stay in the hospital ward on guard, to prevent her from causing more trouble, right? But now Brother Que is puzzled why you aren't using him."
