Seeing the empty drawer, her heart plummeted.
That book of design sketches was the last memento left by her sister, and she had lost it.
Eleanor stared at the drawer for a few seconds before turning around, walking over to Pearce, and began to coolly analyze the situation.
"Ordinary thieves would only be interested in money, but they specifically stole our design sketches. This suggests they came specifically for the sketches. Do you think any of our colleagues had their eyes on Emilia's book?"
Pearce was sending pictures of the golden paintbrush to the police. Hearing Eleanor's question, he stopped.
He looked up at Eleanor and said, "Sure, a lot of designers are eyeing Emilia's book, but to go all the way to W City to steal..."
He seemed to have thought of something, quickly told the police a few designer names, and asked them to investigate.
After the police left with the clues, Pearce walked over to Eleanor.
"This hotel isn't safe. Let's move."
Eleanor, having experienced all this, suddenly felt nowhere was safe.
"Do we have any reason to stay here now that we've finished the site inspection?"
If there was no need to stay here, she felt they should return home as soon as possible.
"We could have returned home after the site inspection, but now that the design sketches have been stolen, we have to wait until we find them."
Eleanor agreed, nodding her head. Even if she wanted to return home, they first had to find her sister's memento.
"Let's change hotels then."
Pearce sighed deeply, then cocked his head and asked her, "Do you have any money left?"
Eleanor turned around and opened another drawer, only to find that her wallet was also gone.
She quickly took out her phone, only to find that the one million Hailey had given her had been transferred away the night before.
Pearce leaned over to glance at her phone and forced a smile, "Looks like you're in the same boat as me."
Eleanor felt as if her heart was being cut. That was the money Hailey had worked so hard to earn...
Pearce lightly tapped her phone screen and said calmly, "These thieves are obviously experts. As long as there's a bank card, they can easily steal money. Although the person who hired them only wanted the design sketches, they also wanted money. Let them earn a little more..."
He spoke as if they had only stolen a few thousand, "How much did they steal from you?"
Pearce held up a finger and flashed a clean smile, "Ten thousand."
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