Madam, please, in no way, think it was his idea, let alone suspect his loyalty.
Just then, the jarring ring of a mobile phone shattered the silence in the car, causing an instinctive shudder in Belen Philbert's heart.
A classic ancient lute song; the music was elegant and prolonged, but at this moment, it resonated with an inexplicable eeriness.
It was Madam's ringtone.
Virginia Frost glanced at the caller ID, her brows slightly knitted, and put the phone to her ear.
Belen Philbert looked at the rear-view mirror.
"What?" Virginia Frost suddenly sat up straight.
A few biting words slipped out: "Repeat what you just said."
Bartlett Parker and Belen Philbert exchanged glances, both sniffing an unusual sentiment in the air.
Bartlett Parker lightly tapped the brakes, gradually reducing the speed.
Virginia Frost hung up the call, "Head to Doublefront Bridge."
"Doublefront Bridge? Madam…."
