Charles's hand was on the driving wheel. His body faced her while his eyes stayed on the road. Charles was confused about why she asked it. Nor did he figure out what her intention was. All he felt was how terrible Avery looked.

Charles looked at the side of her face and answered, "Apart from plastic surgery, there's makeup."

Avery shook her head, hearing the word makeup. He didn't wear makeup. And if he did, how could he look like a different man? Was it makeup for special effects?

But even if it was, there would be traces of makeup no matter how good the artist was.

Charles didn't expect that Avery was in such a rush to cut him off. It was like she was trying to prove something.

Charles stared at Avery, who blended in with night views outside the car window in a gentle way.

Avery turned around since Charles didn't answer for a while. She saw him staring at her. Charles said a bit embarrassed, "There's a human skin mask. The best one could pass fake impressions for real. It was very thin with clear skin textures. You could even see subtle facial skin hair."

"Human skin mask?" Avery chewed on the word, "Do you wear it?"

"Hmm. It can be glued to the face. A special glue, of course. If it has fine air permeability, you can wear it for a long time without taking off," Charles tapped on the driving wheel, "do you meet someone wearing it?"

The human skin mask, especially the one Charles said, was very expensive. Normal people couldn't afford it.

And it needed identification verification to get a custom mask. There were also personal credibility evaluations and mental history checks. Every human skin mask was made for one with a real identity, in case it falls into the wrong hands.

So there were few who owned it.

"Is there a way to take it off?"

"There's glue for that. But it's gonna hurt like hell."

Avery nodded while thinking about something. If George Lautner was Evan's disguise, it would explain she was so familiar with him. At night in the resort hotel, she was drugged and didn't have a recollection of the first sex. But when she came to, they had another one. She wasn't reluctant to do it.

So her body had recognized Evan before she did?

At the thought, Avery leaned back on the back of the seat with frustration. She was weak, "Drive."

It was halfway when Avery's phone vibrated. According to the caller id, she realized she totally forgot about Mr. Black.

"You ungrateful woman. How can you leave me alone in a den of female wolves?"

"Sorry, something urgent pops up. I'll send a driver to pick you up."

"No need. I need to get back to H Country."

If Avery didn't ask him to come here, he should be in the desert looking for the precious Vando.

Mr. Black stroked his chin, "Are you doing this on purpose? So George stays in H Country. You want him to win?"

"You're overthinking. Vando isn't that easy to find."

Avery smiled. He was right about one thing. She could not forget that Mr. Black disguised as a woman.

"You'd better be. Or I'm protesting to the President."

Avery smiled and didn't answer. Mr. Black complained and hung up the phone.

"Vando?"

Charles was acutely aware of the key in the chat.

"Hmm. I've sent people to H Country. I hope they find it as fast as possible."

Mr. Black and George were in the desert. So did the team's President's assistant sent.

The poison almost covered half of the face of Avery's daughter. If they didn't find Vando sooner, she was worried she couldn't handle losing her.

Charles comforted Avery, "She's a lucky girl. You'll find it."

The fact was Charles knew how hard it was to find medical Vando. It almost cost him his life.

As he was driving, he looked down and saw Avery clenched his hands by her knees.

He suddenly reached one hand out to cover hers.

Avery suddenly trembled. She took her hand out without any trace.

Charles wasn't embarrassed. He took his hand back as nothing happened, "Do you ever blame me for transferring the poison to your daughter?"

Avery shook her head. She couldn't choose it. Back then, she was in a coma and couldn't choose. But if she had been conscious, things might have changed.

Charles guessed more or less what Avery was thinking. He said, "I just want you to be okay. Sorry."

"You have helped me a lot."

The car stopped in front of a building. One guy was standing in front of the glaring car light. But there were two shadows on the ground.

Avery opened the door to leave, "Jessica's things are ready?"

As she said, a girl came out from Jamie Winter's back.

She was no longer as arrogant as she used to be. Her look was empty. And she wasn't lively and vibrant anymore.

Avery called her first, "Jessica." Jessica didn't have any response. She looked at her peacefully.

The first time Avery met Jessica was at the police station. She was cocky and condescending. She was the most favorite daughter in the family. She wasn't likable. But she was full of life.

"Miss Peters, I'll take her to the car first."

Jessica just left the police station on bail. She wasn't used to the environment. And she was depressed and shut everybody out. She didn't talk much.

The bodyguard took Jessica in the car. Jamie told Avery the details, "Mamai's autopsy result came out. There was nothing abnormal. The forensic thought it was weird too. There are such obvious bruises on the back of his head. And there's nothing to suggest blunt force trauma. Apart from a tiny black spot in his heart, there is nothing suspicious."

"A tiny black spot in the heart?"

Avery asked and frowned with confusion.

"Maybe he used to hurt his heart. The forensic rules it is 60% possible; the COD is carditis. The same autopsy report clears Jessica. She's innocent."

Avery thought she used to poke the needle in his heart. She felt uneasy. She was so cold that she wrapped herself in the coat. Maybe it was just a wind blowing over.

"Mamai's family..."

Avery was most worried that Mamai's family wouldn't let Jessica off the hook.

"They withdrew the case on their own accord. They were sincere. And they promised they would not give Jessica a hard time over this."

Jamie paused and kept saying, "I thought it's you, Miss Peters, who helps us."

Avery shook her head to deny. She didn't do anything. But if they didn't solve this, she could ask the chief police to do her a favor. But it was gonna take longer.

"I know now it's not you," Jamie said calmly, "it's Mr. Howel."