The CIA was more powerful than anyone could imagine.
Not to mention how famous it was.
Even if Old Madam Quinn came forward, the CIA would not give her face either.
'Who was it then?'
Sean thought about it and figured only someone from the provincial department or even royalty would go that far.
However, Sean did not know any of these people.
All his connections were in the army.
"Did someone in the army know where I was?"
Sean frowned slightly. It was not what he wanted.
If someone in the army picked up his whereabouts, Blaze would soon find him too.
Sean had no idea what was going on in the Northwest.
However, Blaze must have been prepared since he dared do that to him back then.
It was not hard to imagine how terrifying Blaze's status in the army was now.
He would soon find out what he wanted.
Sean reached out his hand and knocked on the wheelchair's armrest.
"Could it be Zander?"
Sean thought about it, and it was the only possibility.
He once commanded millions of troops and had ten thousand personal guards.
The one he trusted the most was Zander.
Otherwise, Sean would not have called Zander as soon as he woke up.
Therefore, if someone in the army helped him, Sean could not think of anyone else but Zander.
Sean suddenly felt a lot more confident.
If Zander was back on his side, could the rest be far behind?
Once Sean returned to the army, he could single-handedly rule River City.
Knock knock.
There was a knock on the door, and Willow walked in, interrupting Sean's reverie.
"I knew you'd be up."
Even baggy pajamas could not hide Willow's spectacular figure.
She must have just taken a shower, so her hair was still a little wet.
The skin on her face also looked even tender and rosy.
"Why?"
Sean slowly turned his head and asked with a smile.
Willow looked into Sean's eyes for two seconds before shaking her head slightly and sitting next to him.
A unique feminine scent, coupled with the scent of shower gel, filled Sean's nostrils.
It was refreshing.
"Getting scolded for doing something...
"It would upset anyone."
Willow fidgeted and looked at Sean a little apologetically.
"I don't care.
"I really don't care."
Sean waved his hands slightly and replied with a smile.
"Stop talking about it. I understand."
Willow bit her lip before reaching out and gently pressed Sean's legs.
"You were only willing to help because of me.
"But you also got misunderstood because of me. I'm sorry."
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