Chapitre 1187: Hauntingly beautiful

[INTERPOL]

Elliot sat frozen in front of his desk with a gaping mouth, staring at the sample files Dominic sent to him. A shallow huff escaped him, reaching for the mouse to check the rest of the files. 

"This…" he trailed off while trying to process the emotion he should feel at the moment. "... is all the information Hera asked me to garner?"

At this point, Elliot was wondering if he was a hero in his previous life. Back then, Elliot could remember how many times he wondered why he was so unlucky. As the President of Interpol, he barely arrested some big shots, but not the real big shot he was trying to catch: Hera Cruel.