Chapter 1122 He Was Lying on Emily's Lap

Emily's heart was racing. How would she procure the evidence of the hotel when her friend was just a made-up excuse? Her palms were sweaty, and she felt suffocated. "What are you doing there? Do you need me to get someone to help you?" Brendan had run out of patience, and Emily was so startled that she dropped her phone on the floor. She hastily bent over to pick up the phone and came up with an idea at the last moment. "Alright, I shall contact the friend and get him to show the evidence." She made the call in Brendan's presence, but Brendan did not understand the language very well. "What kind of language is that?" Emily smiled. "It's my friend's local accent." Brendan massaged his temples, bored to death by her words. "Do it quickly. My patience is running low." "Sure." Emily nodded and brought up a video clip that she showed to Brendan. "However, in order to prevent you from accusing my friend of fraudulence, he recorded the whole process of him going through the luggage