The footsteps were light but hurried.
The person approaching stopped at the cubicle beside Lawrence. But he did not hear the person opening the door.
After a few minutes, someone else's footsteps echoed. The owner walked faster, stopping abruptly when they arrived at the next cubicle.
"Young lady, here is the copy of the contract for Melissa's cooperation with the overseas trading companies. The original was with the police, luckily there was a copy saved on her computer."
Lawrence frowned when he heard the voice. It's one of the butlers.
"Thank you." Diane's small voice echoed, taking Kevin by surprise.
'Ah, why is she here? This is the men's toilet.'
"So, young miss... about the jewelry?"