This little brat actually learned how to run away from home?
Ben was in a dilemma. What should he say? Miss Torres was now a boss!
"Master Franklin, we are at the Dream Villa now."
"Dream Villa?" Quinn, who was sitting beside Franklin, raised his eyebrows.
Last year, the Torres family's year-end banquet was held at the Dream Villa. Franklin had asked his secretary to make an appointment half a year in advance. In just one night, he had spent several million dollars.
"Why did you go there?" Franklin lowered his head to look at his watch. It would take about an hour to rush to the west side of the city. "You guys stay there and don't move. I'll be there right away."
Ben was about to agree when his trouser leg was pulled.
He looked down and saw the expressionless Lauren. If he took a closer look, he could see the anger in her eyes.
Lauren stretched out her hand and gestured for Ben to give her the phone.
