About ten or more fully suited men in black marched in with sunglasses on.

They looked formidable and intimidating.

After they had entered, they split themselves into two rows immediately, as if they were waiting to welcome a certain VIP.

The government officer who was interrogating Sean Lennon frowned and barked.

“Who are you?”

“Hmph!”

A huff was heard from outside the door.

Immediately, a crisp clack sound of high heels walking on the ground was heard before anyone could be seen.

An about-thirty-year-old lady walked in from the outside.

She wore lots of jewelry and was donned in luxurious branded articles of clothing.

Her style was also on the more provocative side as she sported a deep V top, looking extremely sexy.

“Madam Yates? You’re here too?”

The government officer asked.

“Hah! My husband was cruelly murdered. Of course I’d want to see who the murderer is!”

Joey Yates huffed coldly once more, arrogance evident on her face.

Sean glanced at Joey and instantly under