Rachel Barton glanced at the man in the suit before her, hesitated for a moment, then nodded and followed his steps.
Although she didn't know who the man in the suit worked for.
But Rachel knew, this man was not a threat to her.
Not only was he not a threat, but he was her benefactor.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone through the trouble of bailing her out of the police station.
The Thompson Clan held significant sway in Capital City.
Getting her out from under their watchful eyes wouldn't be easy.
Actually, an answer had already formed in Rachel's mind.
It must be Mr. White.
But until she saw the true face of the person in question, she couldn't be certain.
Rachel narrowed her eyes, refraining from further comments.
The two of them got into the car.
This was a luxurious Bentley, not only was the exterior luxurious, but the interior was dazzlingly grand.
In the back seat sat a young and beautiful woman.
She looked like an assistant.
