Farley did not dare to hang up Braelyn's call for rescue. He turned on his Bluetooth, found Garret's phone number, and dialed it.
Garret's voice quickly rang out. "Farley? What's the matter?"
"Braelyn is attacked. She is in Room 407, NJ Hotel. Send someone over immediately."
"Got it." Garret hung up the phone right away.
Farley turned the steering wheel and drove to the hotel where Braelyn was at. He drove very fast and his fingers held the steering wheel tightly.
Braelyn was the apple of Old Mr. Goodwin's eye. In other words, she was the granddaughter of his benefactor. Farley could not let anything happen to Braelyn right here.
Farley did not relax in the slightest. Farley was fast, but Garret was faster.
No one other than Garret's people was permitted to come or get out of the NJ Hotel. There was a large security cordon around the building. Countless men in black entered the hotel with guns. They were Garret's forces, and each of them was a professional agent.