Robert and Victor were taken aback. Since when did the police work so efficiently? In unison, they exclaimed, "That fast?"

Zane had no desire to continue their conversation. He felt a pair of dagger-like eyes boring into his back. If it wasn't Jeremiah, it had to be Andrew. His guess was correct. Andrew's impatient voice rang out, "What are you dawdling for?"

Robert, sensing Andrew's hostility, saw an opportunity. Before he could speak, Zane turned, replying calmly, "I'll go right away." He gave Robert a brief, dismissive glance and walked toward the office. The contrast in their attitudes was stark.

Left alone, Robert felt utterly humiliated. "This is so embarrassing," he thought, his face burning under the curious glances of those around him. Unable to vent his anger, he could only curse Zane inwardly: "That ungrateful jerk."

In the interrogation room, Norbert noticed the monitor was off. Remembering his colleague's words, he gritted his teeth and decided to take a chance. If he didn't ask now, he might never have another opportunity. The forty-year-old officer beside him understood, whispering encouragement and giving him a supportive look. Feeling embarrassed, Norbert turned to Yvette.

He cleared his throat and asked, "Ms. Zeller, I heard you know some traditional medicine. Is that true?"

Yvette lifted her half-lidded eyes, her cool gaze holding a hint of warmth. She sat relaxed, glancing at him nonchalantly. "Yes, I know a little," she replied.

Norbert was surprised by her friendly response. He hadn't expected such a high-level expert to be so approachable. 'No wonder she has the skills to be part of that organization,' he thought. 'She's different from those who look down on others.' Feeling honored and nervous, he continued politely, "Ms. Zeller, could you please help me? Last time, you helped Lachlan, the old police officer, and he's now as fit as a fiddle. Even the hospital called it a miracle. I have a personal health issue, and I was wondering if you could check my pulse." He hesitated, feeling awkward. "This is kind of awkward," he thought. "Yvette is so young, and this is a sensitive topic."

The forty-year-old officer, sensing Norbert's hesitation, interjected. "Ms. Zeller, Norbert has been struggling with infertility for years. He's seen many doctors, but nothing has worked. His wife is even considering divorce. If you know traditional medicine, could you please help him? How much do you charge for a consultation? Norbert will pay whatever you ask."

Norbert nodded vigorously. "If you can help me, I'm willing to do whatever it takes, even if it means going bankrupt."

Yvette's fingers, which had been tapping lightly, paused. Her consultation fee was far beyond his means, even if he were bankrupt. She glanced at the anxious men, her gaze cool and detached. After a pause, she said flatly, "Extend your hand."

Norbert, on edge, rolled up his sleeve with surprising speed and extended his hand. The door opened again. Yvette paused mid-sentence, without lifting her head, then continued. She recognized the footsteps.

"Add the last two herbs, angelica and ginseng, and simmer them over low heat for six hours. Take one dose in the morning and one in the evening. In half a month, you should see the results you want," Yvette said.

Norbert was almost in tears. After years of repeated failures, someone was telling him he could achieve his hope in just half a month. Even the older officer felt happy for him. As the door opened, both officers quickly sat up straight, attempting to appear composed.

Yvette swiveled to face the door, where Jeremiah stood. Andrew and Bonnie smirked. 'Does Yvette look like she's here for an interrogation?' they thought. 'She's here to spread the knowledge of traditional medicine.'

Andrew and Bonnie were reminded of a similar scene. Bonnie looked at Yvette with admiration, while Andrew hummed. 'If Yvette keeps being this cool, who knows how many more teenage girls like Bonnie will fall for her,' Andrew thought.

Jeremiah entered, and the two officers pretended not to see. He approached Yvette, his gaze lingering on her. "Are you hurt? Does your hand hurt?"

Yvette leaned back, crossing her legs, completely at ease. "No, I'm fine. It doesn't hurt."

A mischievous smile touched Jeremiah's lips. "Do you really want to kill Winona? I can do it for you. No need to dirty your hands."

Andrew coughed, thinking, 'Is it really appropriate for these two to discuss murder so casually?' The officers slowed their breathing, exchanging a quick glance. 'Did you hear that? I didn’t hear anything. Oh, me neither.' They lowered their heads.

Bonnie showed no reaction. She scratched her head, as if this were normal.

Meanwhile, Zane had contacted his superiors and awaited a call from the organization. In his office, he fidgeted, his eyes fixed on the phone. Ten minutes felt like an eternity. Just as he was about to take a sip of water, the phone rang.

He answered, "Hello, this is Zane."

"Hello, this is Jonas Elmore," came the voice.

Zane's hand trembled. He hadn't expected a call from Jonas, the deputy chief of the Betrico Police Station. Jonas got straight to the point: "Mr. Chappell, we have verified the ID number and copies you sent to Interpol Headquarters. The ID is genuine. Interpol confirmed that the identity of the ID holder is classified at the highest level and cannot be disclosed. They only told us that we must fully cooperate with this person, no matter what. As for the incident involving the public display of a firearm, it's not a significant issue. Were there any casualties?"

Zane took a deep breath. 'Is Yvette really an Interpol officer? What does it mean that her identity is classified at the highest level?' He couldn't fathom the implications. "Hello, Mr. Elmore. There were no casualties. Just one woman who fainted from shock, but nothing serious. I will handle it on my end."

Jonas asked more questions, and Zane reported everything. As they ended the call, Jonas paused. "Zane, do not offend the owner of this ID. A top-secret identity suggests she might be more than just an Interpol officer. Our country needs such talent. If possible, we should try to keep her within the country."

Zane thought of Jeremiah. He wanted to say, 'Don't worry, she is the future family member of Mr. Jase Chavez. Do you think she would leave?' But he decided against it. "This is not something I should say."