The night was waning.
Jeanne held her phone tightly. Her expression was somewhat grim.
Her eyes were cold as she looked ahead and extinguished the cigarette butt.
Kingsley spoke on the other end of the phone, "For the time being, you guys won't be in danger."
"What do you mean for the time being?" Jeanne sneered.
"The Sanders don't dare to touch the Swans easily, so without incriminating evidence of the Swans, even if the Swans have become a threat, they won't act rashly. Otherwise, both sides will suffer heavy losses," Kingsley said bluntly.
"Evidence?" Jeanne frowned.
Kingsley did not hide anything from her. "The Sanders are now looking for the Duncans' orphan."
"There's still an orphan?"
