Half an hour later, Lance received a call from Randall.
"Lance, I verified it. The team D leader is not the person in the photo you showed me."
"I see."
Lance hung up the phone expressionlessly.
Eula watched him put down the phone and saw his grim face. It wasn't hard to guess that the base had found nothing.
For a moment, she felt a sense of relief and asked knowingly, "What did Randall say?"
Lance looked up at her, his eyes deep and cold.
"Do you think that just because I haven't found evidence, I can't do anything to you?"
He confronted Eula, still convinced that she was behind it.
Eula's previously relaxed brows furrowed tightly again. She pretended to be angry and said, "Lance, can you be reasonable? Yes, I like you and wish Deanna would disappear so I could have a chance. But do I seem like someone who would disregard everything for love? I'm not a love-struck fool. I have a bunch of brothers under me to take care of. I know very well what I'll face if I fall out with you!"
"If you insist that I captured Deanna, please show me the evidence. Otherwise, you owe me an apology for your actions!"
The atmosphere in the large living room was extremely tense.
Lance and Eula faced off against each other, both ready for a confrontation.
Despite this, Lance was still certain that Eula was involved.
Although he didn't know how Eula had managed to alter the team D leader's information in just a few minutes, he trusted his memory. "I will find the evidence eventually. When I do, I won't be as polite as I am now. If you truly care about your men, release Deanna immediately. In light of the life-saving favor, I'll let bygones be bygones. Otherwise, you know what happens to those who cross me!"
"I told you, I didn't capture Deanna. How many times do I have to say it?!"
Eula, relying on Lance's lack of evidence, firmly denied it.
Lance's expression darkened further, and he issued an order to expel her. "Since you're unwilling to tell the truth, there's no place for you here. Xavier, arrange for someone to escort her out."
Upon hearing this, Eula's face turned extremely ugly.
"Fine, fine! Lance, you're something else. You're willing to disregard our ten-year friendship for a woman. I never thought you'd turn out to be this kind of person. Saving you was a waste. You don't need to kick me out; I'll leave myself!"
With that, she stormed off in anger.
Lance watched her disappear without any change in his expression and coldly instructed, "Have someone keep an eye on her. See where she goes and who she contacts. Also, have Randall check the whereabouts of her trusted subordinates."
"Yes."
Xavier nodded and stepped aside to contact Randall for arrangements.
At this moment, Sam walked over worriedly and looked at Lance with concern. "Mr. Mercer, are you alright?"
"I'm fine. An old ailment flared up. Mr. Martinez is treating me, so I can't walk for now."
Lance patiently explained to the butler who had always taken care of him.
Hearing this, Sam felt somewhat relieved.
Then he remembered what he had overheard earlier and asked again with concern, "Mr. Mercer, I heard your conversation just now. Has something happened to the Missus?"
Lance was silent for a few seconds before replying truthfully, "Deanna is indeed in trouble. Have you noticed anything unusual about Eula these past few days while you've been at home?"
"Unusual..."
Sam frowned in thought.
After a moment, he shook his head and said, "I didn't notice anything unusual. However, she goes out with Mr. Ollie every day and doesn't return until late at night."
Hearing Ollie's name reminded Lance that he hadn't contacted Ollie in a while.
At first, Ollie would report daily on where he took Eula to play, but later there had been no news.
Thinking of this, Lance immediately took out his phone and called Ollie.
The call connected quickly amidst various noisy sounds.
Then Ollie's excited voice came through, "Lance, why are you calling so late?"
"Where are you now?" Lance asked.
Perhaps his voice wasn't loud enough because Ollie didn't hear clearly and shouted into the phone, "Lance, what did you say?"
Lance frowned and raised his voice to ask again, "Where are you now?"
"I'm at Night Bar. Do you want to come?"
Ollie finally heard Lance clearly and asked with a smile.
Lance snorted and hung up the phone.
Xavier had finished making arrangements and returned to Lance's side respectfully. "Mr. Mercer, everything is arranged. Shall I take you back to your room to rest?"
"No, take me to Night Bar to find Ollie."
Lance put away his phone and ordered coldly.
Xavier frowned in disapproval and said, "It's late and you've just returned from a flight. You should rest. Mr. Martinez instructed me not to let you overexert yourself."