"What's the report, Roger?" Lucius asked, his tone sharp yet calm.
"Boss, there's no hospital record of Madam's birth, nor anything on Orabela either. It seems neither of them were born in this city," Roger reported confidently.
Lucius leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on the gleaming nib of his fountain pen. "In that case, we'll need to take a different approach."
Roger hesitated for a moment before asking, "What should we try next?"
"A DNA test," Lucius responded, raising his eyes to meet Roger's.
"I'll need to gather samples from their home for that," Roger suggested thoughtfully.
Lucius gave a slight nod, his voice firm. "I trust you'll handle it with precision."
Roger hummed softly, his expression filled with determination as he assured Lucius, "Don't worry, Boss. I'll take care of it." Then, with a sudden shift in tone, concern crept into his voice. "By the way, Boss, about last night... did you tell Madam that you almost got shot?"
