Upon hearing Miguel Abbott's words, the driver, knowing the way well, quickly parked the car downstairs of an old residential building.
"Mr. Reed, follow me."
To prevent the locals in the old city district from getting suspicious, not a single person stayed in the car, not even the driver; everyone went upstairs together.
After walking into the dark corridor, the three of them stood in front of door 401 on the fourth floor.
"Anyone home?"
Miguel Abbott knocked on the door gently.
"Mr. Abbott, you've come?"
Soon, the door opened from the inside, and a woman in her thirties stepped out.
Although she was a bit older and not meticulous about her appearance, she still had a lingering charm.
"Let's talk inside."
Miguel Abbott stretched out his hand, and Julius Reed and the driver hurriedly went in.
And the woman, after ensuring there was no one else outside, closed the door.
"What's the matter, nothing's happened to Roosevelt Shaw and the others, has it?"
