"Miss Phillips, don't waste your time. I've already installed a signal jammer in the car. Your phone is now a piece of scrap metal!" the chauffeur said in a low voice.
Freya was stunned for a moment before she hurriedly lowered her head to look at her phone. She realized that there was really no signal.
Connor looked at the chauffeur, his expression even more solemn.
He finally understood why the chauffeur looked at him so nervously just now. It was not because of his identity.
Moreover, all of this seemed to have been planned out long ago. This meant that the other party had come prepared.
However, Connor couldn't figure out if the other party was doing this for Freya, or for him.
If the other party was here for Freya, things would be much simpler; after all, Freya was just a weak woman, and the other party definitely wouldn't have made too many preparations. Connor alone could handle the threat.
