Chapter 45 Counting My Loss

"Mr. Yale, what did you find?" Yaphet Scott asked cooperatively, as if he had completely forgotten the existence of the chip. Hearing this, Sihor Yale looked at her with some sympathy, raised the fingernail-sized chip in his hand, and looked at her with a smile: "Ms. Yaphet, I found the real chip." "puff……" Yaphet Scott just drank the tea in his mouth, and was instantly spurred by his words. Ignoring the burning and discomfort in his mouth, he wiped the corners of his mouth, looked at the chip in Sihor Yale's hand, his eyes widened suddenly, and asked in disbelief: "Impossible, I obviously threw it away, how could it appear in my house?" The moment her voice came into contact with Ye Juncheng's cold gaze, it gradually became weaker. Ahhh...! hell! Yaphet Scott only felt that his heart was about to collapse. Why is this chip always against her. "No, Mr. Yale,