Clayton looked at the information gathered from the investigation that was placed on his desk. The name “Yasmin” was written on the paper.

He raised his hand and tapped on the table, staring at the document with dark eyes.

Roland stood there. “Mr. Sloan, this is the information you asked for. According to our investigation, Yasmin is indeed from the countryside. She has a brother who was beaten to death at a street fight half a year ago. This news didn’t get to the countryside, so she still doesn’t know about it.”

Clayton’s gloomy eyes flickered.

“What about her photo? Any pictures of her growing up?”

Roland stood there in a pickle.

“Mr. Sloan, the traffic access into her village is blocked and they have a very poor network. She didn’t have a registration file at school, nor did the police have any records of her. So, we can’t find any photos of her.”

Clayton looked up at Roland. His deep features were very handsome.

“So, no one can prove that the current Yasmin is the same per