Chapter 568 Unspoken Bonds

• Polly sat in the conference room, looking dejected as she rested her head in her hand, her face etched with worry.
• The sound of keyboard keys clicking filled the room. Shirley, focused on her laptop screen, was rapidly typing out the details of the case.
• She had a youthful, doll-like face that looked even younger with her slender build, though her complexion was healthy. Her small but delicate features were framed by silver-rimmed glasses perched on her slightly upturned nose, and she wore her short hair in a neat, professional style.