Chapter 543: A Weasel Paying New Year's Calls to a Chicken

The secretary rushed into the Command Center, nearly tripping over his own feet. Tim Lyson sprang up. "Well? How is he? What did he do?" Panting, the secretary said, "I tailed him all the way back to the dorm. He stopped once on the way, like he was thinking something through. His expression was… complicated. Like he was really torn up about it." A smug grin spread across Tim's face. That play had been beautiful. Clean. Precise. A straight shot right into Daniel Lyson's soft spot. The secretary...