Chapter 25: Finding the Chip

A small person with a straight waist and a delicate and handsome little face that inexplicably had some familiarity.

The clear and bright eyes with wariness and resourcefulness written on them were, at the moment, also looking at him behind the screen.

"Who is he?" Oliva pointed to Berrick behind the screen.

"That's our boss." Carlos said in a different way, "Handsome boy, didn't you meet a man in black at the kiddie ride on the negative floor of Titan Mall last Sunday? Did he hand you a nice little silver box? This is it..."

Carlos opened his cell phone and was about to show Oliva the picture.

"No!" Oliva's little face turned away, not even looking at it.

"Look at it first..."

"Not even if I looked at it." Oliva wrapped her arms around her chest and said with great certainty, "I have a good memory, I didn't meet any black-clothed person at all that day, nor did anyone hand me anything, you guys got it wrong."

"Little buddy, it's not right to lie." Carlos turned into a serious face, "