Getting Conflicted About His Old Game

Bloom couldn't tell if the two were the same. What he was pretty much sure about was that this was a trap.

"Going… or not going, hmm…" he felt hesitant for a moment before deciding to be bold. "Call Natalie's house and let me speak to her face to face."

Antoan paused before he sighed, turned around and left. "Will you call her?" Bloom shouted while Antoan didn't answer. "What's wrong with him?"

Bloom waited for a few minutes before Antoan returned with another screen. "This one should be highly secured," he said before adding, "calling her should be under strict secrecy, right?"

Bloom glanced at him for a moment with a loss towards his real intentions. "Alright, just bring her on the phone," he said while adjusting his posture on his seat to be more comfortable. "Let's get the bottom of this matter," he muttered while Antoan dialed the number and only a grey screen appeared at the moment.