If I can find the car that knocked down my uncle, maybe now I can find my uncle's whereabouts. Alisa's heart rate suddenly quickens, and her fingers grasp her cell phone nervously.

Lucy hesitates for a moment. "Alisa, don't get excited! I can only give you a general idea of this matter."

Alisa stamps her feet in a hurry. "Lucy, are you trying to whet my appetite? I'm going to beat you up."

"Yes, yes, I said. The license plate number I saw that day is SC18888..."

After listening, Alisa doesn't quite understand, "I don't have any impression of this number."

"Ah, it's the man you asked to come here to get the book. The car he drives is with this license plate!"

Alisa is a little confused. Davis has several cars in his hand. The red Ferrari and the black Rolls Royce are commonly used. But she never seems to have seen the license plate number.

Suddenly, it seems that a black car hit it that day.

"Are you mistaken?" Alisa's voice is obviously lack of confidence.

"No mistake. This number is too simple. At that time, I wonder how there can be such a good license plate number. The owner must be from a wealthy family. How can I mistake such an easy number?"

Alisa's mind gradually pulls away from her body in Lucy's affirmation and assurance.

For a long time, she just comes back to her senses and hangs up Lucy's phone in a hurry.

A cold chill comes from her back. It must have been made by Davis!

Why did he do it? Was it because he wanted to kill her uncle with a car and see her show up that he left in a hurry.

Alisa's legs are like stepping on cotton wool. She is weak and doesn't know where to put them.

"Alisa!"

Ann looks at Alisa's shocked face. After Ann called her for a long time, she doesn't respond at all. Ann steps forward to help Alisa hurriedly.

"Alisa, what's the matter with you?"

Alisa's eyes flashes a bit of loss. "Ann, what can I do for you?"

"Well, it's OK. I'm going out to ask you if you have anything for me to bring back."

"No, thank you!"

Ann stares at Alisa for a long time. She seems very uneasy.

"Alisa, are you not feeling well? Do you want to see a doctor?"

Alisa rubs her face, smiles and shakes her head. "No, it's probably a long sleep. I'm going to bask in the sun."

Alisa stands alone in the garden, looking up at the sea.

At noon, the sun is strong and warm on Alisa. She is dazed and helpless.

The whole person is like standing in the dark hell with cold, wet, lonely and desperate.

No one in your family is good. They all deserve to die.

Davis's words plays in her mind like a curse. It is him. It must be him. God, did anyone tell her what to do?

There is in ST group's spacious office.

Susan puts three different plans on Davis's desk.

Davis is always fierce and fierce in the market. His sharp eyes glance at her.

The perfect lips clenches immediately, reaching out and throwing the manuscript on Susan's face.

"Take it right away and redo it. Don't give Sushi Group a chance to breathe."

"But..." Susan hesitates.

"Go, do it for me right away. If you can't finish it, everyone won't eat today."

Davis cries and looks at the watch. It's six o'clock in the afternoon. It's really a bunch of rubbish. It'll take so long to make a plan.

Watching Susan quickly walk towards the planning department, Davis stands up, picks up his mobile phone and dials up Alisa's mobile phone.

Shit, this woman turns off again, is she dying?

Davis calls the villa again.

"Hello, this is Ann."

"Where did Alisa go? Why did she shut down again?"

"Alisa has gone to bed."

"Does she sleep so early?" Davis is a little incredulous.

"Yes, she said that she was not comfortable. She stood alone in the garden for four hours today."

"Wipe!" Is this woman dying? Tell her to answer the phone right away."

Davis roars, and Susan comes again, "Davis."

Davis turns to look at Susan and says to Ann, "All right. I'll be back in a minute."

Davis is a little flustered after he hangs up. He turns around and sits heavily in a leather swivel chair. He looks at the document in Susan's hand. "Take it here!"

It's just a cursory glance, and then it's thrown to Susan. "That's it. I'll go first."

Susan's lips wriggles. In fact, she just asked the people in the planning department to change a small plan, which passes unexpectedly. Susan is just about to ask a few more questions, Davis's figure has put on his suit and strides out of the office.