"You little brat, go do what you should do…"
Connor scolded impatiently.
"You're the little brat. Do you want to go home now? Do you want me to drive you?"
Maya knew that Connor was in a bad mood, so she did not argue with him.
"Send me to the airport!"Connor said in a low voice after hesitating for a moment.
Connor knew that he had nothing else to do in Porthampton, so he asked Maya to drive him to the airport and bought a ticket to Newtown that night.
Connor had many things to do. If he couldn't get in touch with Yaakov Ward, who was the person-in-charge of Rockefeller in Orilon, he wouldn't be able to find out how his parents died.
Therefore, Connor still planned to deal with these things first, and then consider how to deal with Rockefeller's people.
"Ding, ding, ding…"
Just as Connor was waiting for the flight, his phone suddenly rang.
He realized that it was Thomas Morgan calling, so he picked up the phone.
