Opening her handbag, a string of numbers flashed on the touchscreen—it was a call from Nathan Moore.
She sneaked a glance ahead; Alder Locke was driving attentively.
After pondering, Titus Zane slid the reject button and then typed a text message to send over.
...I'm out, it's not convenient to take calls
In the dimly lit car, Nathan Moore stared at the text message on his phone, didn't hesitate, and sent one back.
...I'm outside the mansion's gates, I want to see you
Unconsciously, Titus Zane curved his lips into a smile.
...I should arrive in about half an hour, tell me the exact location
...Outside the mansion's gates, 200 meters down the road, a black Audi
...Okay, wait for me
Alder Locke, through the rearview mirror, saw Titus Zane with his head down, fiddling with something. Out of curiosity, he asked, "What are you doing? Playing games?"
