The person who came was Clement Winter.
He squeezed over, received the barbecue that Evelyn Winter handed over through a car window.
Smelling the aroma of the barbecue, he grinned happily, sweetly saying, "Thanks, mom!"
"Move aside."
"Okay."
Clement obediently stepped to the side.
Then, he held the barbecue in one hand and his phone in the other, continuing his conversation with the livestream comments.
"Mission accomplished. The assistant won't be back for another half an hour, so I'll make sure it's settled before he arrives."
"Want to see my mom?…No way, my beautiful mom likes to keep a low profile. You just need to know she's beautiful...
"Look behind? What's behind—"
Seeing the screen full of "Look behind," Clement turned his head curiously.
Then, his fingers slipped, and the phone dropped to the ground with a "smack," cracking the screen and going dark.
"Mom, mom—"
Clement stiffened his neck, eyes wide open, murmuring stuff under his breath.
