Looking around, George Flack didn't see any other cars or people, so there were no suspicious individuals involved in this instance of surveillance.
Without the so-called thrill of danger, for George Flack, there was only disappointment.
The biting cold wind, the chill began spreading from the soles of his feet, and his entire body felt as if it were soaking in icy water; looking up, the surface of the water was still frozen, making the space feel both frigid and suffocating.
Gradually squatting down, George Flack, such a big man, curled up, like a stray cat by the roadside on a rainy day, ignored and shivering.
It was past midnight, and the lights were still on in Mallia Mamet's villa, but George Flack's heart was shrouded in darkness and desolation.
He thought of saying something to Aria Grant, but George Flack didn't dare to.
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