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Meanwhile, Joyce circled around Room Two and finally met Aaron.
At first, she didn't even dare to go up and approach him.
Aaron was wearing all black today, black hooded sweatshirt, black pants, black hat, and even a black mask. She had never seen
him dressed like this before.
The way he was made it more like a secret meeting.
She was surprised, "Aaron, why are you dressed like that?"
Aaron looked around to make sure Cecelia wouldn't notice him. He pulled down his mask and lowered his voice, "Ms. Knowles, this
is something Mr. Warner askedto give you. Please deliver the stuff to the place he specified."
He took a flash drive out of his pocket and handed it to Joyce. Then he put his mask back on and turned around and disappeared
into the crowd.
Joyce stared blankly at the flash drive Aaron handed her, simply speechless.
She couldn't understand at all what Luther was trying to do.
He certainly could not put much in a flash drive due to its limited storage, and Aaron was certainly not his best choice if he wanted
to keep it confidential. Couldn't he just send an encrypted email?
Just what was this delivery job even all about?
Nonsense!
After Aaron left Room Two, he followed Luther's instructions to the locker near Room Nine.
With the password Luther sent him, he opened the locker and take out the gift inside that needed to be given to Charlotte, as well
as a set of clothes.
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instead.
Immediately, he looked completely different.
Then he walked to the entrance of Room Nine and waited for Charlotte.
Sure enough, within a few minutes, Charlotte arrived panting.
Inside the Capital Opera it was actually very spacious, so people usually had to park near the door from which you should enter the
venue, otherwise you would have to run a long way if you thought you could get out of the car and walk around the doors.
Tonight Charlotte walked from Room Two to Room Six, then from Room Six to Room Nine, and later on she would still have to return
to Room Two from Room Nine. She basically had walked around the entire venue.
She was so tired that her hair was slightly disheveled, her back was covered by sweat, and she looked pretty wretched all over.
When she saw Aaron waiting for her in his suit, with a gift bag in his hand.
She forced a smile and said, "Aaron, where's Mr. Warner?"
Aaron's face was expressionless, "President is gone. This is what President askedto give you."
After handing the gift bag to Charlotte, Aaron did not want to stay a second longer and immediately turned around to leave.
Even one more look at Charlotte would pollute his eyes.
However, he was particularly pleased to see how Charlotte was panting just now.
Although he didn’t know exactly what Luther's purpose was, he was sure Luther didn’t care about Charlotte at all.
Knowing this, he was simply willing to do whatever Luther asked him to do.
Moreover, he had a hunch that Luther must be planning something big.
After leaving Room Nine, Aaron got a call from Luther.
"President, | have done all the things you askedto do." Aaron respectfully reported.
"How's Cecelia?" Luther inquired as he sat in the sports car, leaning back leisurely in his seat.
"It went well. As you expected, Cecelia had an asthma attack on the spot and fell to the ground. Ms. Knowles just passed by and
saw her. She did first aid for Cecelia, and gave Cecelia medication, and now Cecelia is back to normal." Aaron said.
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