Hearing that, Byron put down the work in his hands. Recalling the night before, the view of the backs of Rosalie leaving together with the stranger of a man, his gaze sunk slightly. “Who is he?”

“The man is Yves Graham; he is the person in charge of Virus Research Institute. The old master of the Quirkes had gone to him for medical consultation before.”

Luther noticed the atmosphere in the office had decreased and his tone became a little more careful, “Also, I found that Yves is currently single, it’s likely that…there is nothing special between him and Miss Jacobs. That said, Miss Jacobs also studied medicine in college, the two might have met in school but that is uncertain.”

Hearing this possibility, Byron’s expression became less severe. “Is there anything else you found apart from this?”

Luther looked somewhat awkwardly. “We only found this at present. On Miss Jacobs’ side, we only know that she had just returned to the country. As for her stint overseas and its traces, we ar