"Deer Inn? Room 1131? Are you sure it's this room?"
"Positive, my man delivered the person there."
Upon hearing this, Greg Jensen suddenly laughed and said, "You keep an eye on it for now. Don't get involved unless I call you."
"Got it, I understand."
After hanging up, Greg Jensen's brow furrowed slightly as he muttered to himself, "I have nothing to do with Angela Stuart; why is Cindy Harrison after her?"
Just as he was thinking, the phone rang again. It was Angela Stuart calling.
Greg Jensen was startled but picked up the phone, curious as to what game Cindy Harrison was playing.
"Mr. Jensen, where are you?"
Angela Stuart's voice trembled a bit but quickly returned to normal. However, her tone was different than usual—coy and somewhat seductive.
Greg Jensen responded indifferently, "At home, what's up?"
Angela Stuart hesitated and said, "Mr. Jensen, I... I'm scared. Could you come and keep me company?"
"Sure."
"Ah, really?"
"Of course, it's true. Where are you?"
