Third Person's POV
After the maid left, Vanya stared at the table full of food but felt no hunger.
She had no idea how chaotic the public discourse had become in her absence, nor did she have any information about the handover between the Dalton Group and M Group.
Meanwhile, at the police station, Denis stood so rigid that his back ached.
He looked at Cliff seated across from him and said helplessly, "Alpha Cliff, I really can't let you see Miss Dalton. It's the rule, and I can't make an exception."
Cliff, exuding a cold Alpha aura, threatened, "Denis, are you trying to get fired?"
"No, Alpha Cliff, that's not what I meant."
Denis waved his hands frantically. "Higher-ups have explicitly said Miss Dalton can't be seen. I can't change the rules!"
"Higher-ups?" Cliff frowned and stood
