"No." The policeman shook his head. "I have nothing to add."

Sighing in disappointment, Fleur glared at the two policemen and commanded, "Listen, don't tell anyone about your encounter with me. If you have any leads, come to the Starbucks across the hospital. I'll be there."

"Okay." The two policemen stared ahead blankly, but they nodded firmly.

Fleur ignored them, turned around, and walked out of the hospital.

Tarlon was waiting outside the hospital. Seeing Fleur come out so quickly, he hurried forward and whispered, "Lord, why did you come out so quickly? Have you found any clues?"

With a gloomy expression, Fleur shook her head. She felt that she had reached a dead-end, but she couldn't give up. So, she coldly ordered Tarlon, "Call Esteban Briggs of the Left Military Governor Office and ask him to mobilize all the intelligence networks of the office in the country to locate Zekeiah, Mr. Zorro, and that antique dealer at all costs! Whoever finds them will be handsomely rewar