He didn't dare to say too much or ask too many questions.
The more he knew, the more dangerous it would be.
Victoria's middle-aged driver reminded himself.
In the silent night.
He took a deep breath.
In his mind.
He kept recalling the scenes from the previous night.
In a dark room with a bright computer screen.
"The car accident at the Enjing Road intersection.
"The young lady of the Alexander Corporation burned in the fire.
"The explosion that the vice president of the Chamber of Commerce, Stansen, experienced."
The middle-aged driver's eyes widened.
His pupils also dilated rapidly.
His face was pale and he looked flustered.
A cold light hit his cheek.
"Mr. Kieran." When he saw John again, John smiled and called him.
At that moment.
Kieran's body trembled, his hands and feet cold.
It was as if he had seen the smile of a demon.
