When Lena came up, she saw that the room had already been cleaned very neatly, as Tyson had instructed.
"Well, I'll leave now. If you have any further questions, you can call Keon or you can call me."
Tyson opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't mention the phone call.
Back in the car, Lena raised her hand and pressed her forehead. She had been working non-stop recently, hardly taking any breaks, and now she was feeling a headache.
But she had to go see Randy.
Arriving at the place where Randy was being held, a few people outside the yard saw her and their eyes lit up.
"Ms. Dawson, you finally arrived."
She glanced at the room and asked, "What happened to him?"
The guard's face showed some hesitation as he scratched his own hair.
"An hour ago, I was constantly begging to see
