Don't Give Her A Chance To Blackmail Us

"Listen to me. Don't go to see Ethan Muller, he…"

"Does it have anything to do with you?" The man's voice was cold and alienated.

Then, with a click, he hung up.

Claire's throat almost burst into flames.

Now, there was only one risky way left.

She dialed Mr. Hopkins' number.

"Where is the car now?"

Mr. Hopkins replied. "We are about to reach Franklin Avenue."

Claire flipped through the map and found Franklin Avenue. It was not far from here. After thinking about it for a while, she rode a bicycle and took a shortcut to Franklin Avenue.

Arriving at Franklin Avenue, Claire contacted Mr. Hopkins.

"How soon will you arrive at Franklin Avenue?"

"In three minutes!"

Claire stood under the streetlamp, narrowed her eyes, and stared on the other side of the road.