The conversation inside stopped.
Martin froze outside, his heartbeat pounding like a drum, palms sweaty.
He knew he couldn't stay here too long, otherwise, if discovered, the consequences were unimaginable.
Just as he planned to slip away quietly, the door was suddenly flung open, and the figure of the museum director appeared at the doorway.
"Martin, what are you doing here?"
The museum director's voice was deep and forceful, with an indescribable meaning in his eyes.
Martin's heart sank, knowing there was no escape.
Clutching the cloth bag, he tried to remain calm, but his voice trembled involuntarily.
"Director, I... I was just passing by."
The museum director scoffed coldly, walking steadily towards Martin with an unequivocal tone.
"Martin, don't think I don't know what you just heard, but what I have to tell you is that yes, I indeed transported some organs illegally, but it's also making the most of them, I am not a bad person."
