Liao En shook his head, saying, "I don't know where Miss is. She contacted us through a satellite phone and asked us to stop looking for her, saying she would come back in a few days."
Madame Oya snorted in anger, "This wretched girl, she's utterly impudent. When she gets back, I'm going to punish her severely."
The sound of a notification echoed. Oya's gaze changed, she waved her right hand lightly, and a blue light activated the holographic image in the room. A middle-aged man in his forties appeared. He was dressed in a crisp blue uniform, the faint cold glow in his deep eyes exuded an unassailable and imposing aura, his tall figure, even in the holographic image, still made people clearly feel an overwhelming pressure. Seeing this man, Oya and Liao En both bowed respectfully, saying, "Greetings, Judge."
The middle-aged man, obviously in a bad mood, said coldly, "Enough with the formalities. Liao En, step out first, I need a word with Oya."