"Please tell me, where has Jim Jones been transferred?" "I’m sorry, you’re not a family member of Jim Jones, so we cannot disclose that information." Fluffy Zane pressed her lips together, her expression solemn. "I am his friend. Don’t I even have the right to know that much?" "I’m sorry," the Police Officer at reception could only say helplessly. Fluffy Zane had no other recourse and resorted to a threat: "Don’t push me. My request isn’t excessive. I just want to know where Jim Jones was transferred. If your investigation isn’t impartial, why are you being so secretive?" Jim Jones was simply framed; it shouldn’t be difficult to uncover the truth. Even if he had been transferred, they should at least tell her his new location. Fluffy Zane’s brain was in chaos. On one hand, she was worried about Jim Jones; on the other, she didn’t know if his parents were aware of his situation. If they knew, they would definitely try to save him. If they didn’t, then he would truly be in trouble. Pressured relentlessly by Fluffy Zane, the police officer finally relented. "Miss Zane, I’m aware of your capabilities. Please don’t make things difficult for us. We’re only following orders from our superiors." "Orders from superiors? Who?" Who was targeting Jim Jones? "Miss Zane, it’s better if you don’t ask..." Fluffy Zane nodded, sat down on a chair, adopting a stance that clearly indicated she wasn’t leaving. "Fine, I’ll wait here. I’ll leave whenever you’re willing to tell me." The police officer hadn’t expected her to play the rascal; at the instance, he was also somewhat at a loss. "Alright, I’ll tell you. It was at Young Master Guillen’s request." Young Master Guillen... Fluffy Zane’s heart trembled. Could it be who she thought it was? "Which Young Master Guillen?" "William Guillen, Young Master Guillen." BOOM! A big noise exploded in her head. Has William Guillen lost his mind? Jim Jones has done nothing wrong to him; why is he targeting him? She stood up, forgetting to thank the officer in her haste, and rushed out of the Police Station. She drove to the Guillen Group. She picked up her mobile phone and, trembling, called William Guillen. "Pick up the damn phone, you bastard!" After she made several calls, William Guillen finally answered. His tone was impatient, his indifference toward her still evident. "What is it?" Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖•𝗇𝗲𝘁 She had countless curses for him welling up inside her heart, but when the words reached the tip of her tongue, she forced them back down. Gazing straight ahead, she struggled to control her emotions. "Where are you?" William Guillen didn’t answer directly. Fluffy Zane immediately lashed out, "William Guillen, stop pretending to be clueless! Have you gone crazy? Jim Jones has no grievances with you, nor any enmity. Why are you framing him?" Hearing this name, William Guillen finally remembered he had apparently ordered someone to teach him a small lesson. These days, he had almost forgotten about this person; if she hadn’t brought him up. "I don’t understand what you’re talking about." William Guillen chuckled lightly, his voice indifferent. "Alright, Fluffy, if there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up. I’m busy." "What will it take for you to let Jim Jones go?" "Fluffy, I wasn’t the one who had Jim Jones detained. Don’t you think it’s ridiculous for you to ask me to release him?" Fluffy Zane truly couldn’t understand what madness had possessed him to target Jim Jones, who had done nothing to him. "You may not have detained him yourself, but you had someone else do it! Don’t try to shirk responsibility, William Guillen! I never knew you were such a despicable person." Fluffy Zane took a deep breath; her earlier intention to confront him in person vanished. Instead of looking for him, it’s better to directly inform Jim Jones’ family.