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For the military intelligence network, locating a person’s phone is a piece of cake. They sent Andrew the location, and he grabbed his jacket and dashed out. Ryan quickly gathered a few people and followed him.

Andrew sped to the restaurant, where a clueless waiter tried to stop him at the private room door. Andrew kicked him aside, leaving the waiter unable to get up for a while. Ryan arrived right behind Andrew and grabbed the waiter from the floor.

The waiter, still confused, cursed, "Who the hell are you to cause trouble here? Do you know whose place this is?"

Ryan grabbed the waiter by the neck, lifting him up. "Kid, let me tell you whose place this is."

Terrified, the waiter, struggling to breathe, went pale. "It wasn’t me. Mr. Ormsby paid me to drug that man and woman and lock them together."

Ryan was stunned. A thought flashed through his mind, recalling the scene when Andrew had caught Scarlett and another man in bed.

Instinctively, he turned to the tightly closed private roo