Freda's eyes darkened and she began to observe the surroundings in an instant.
"I'm afraid he has already guessed that I'm still alive." The voice of Freda was a little cold and lowered to the minimum. She suspected that there was a bug in the car.
Zed Smith nodded in agreement.
"Do you think they are nearby now?"
"Probably."
Zed Smith was still sitting in the car quietly, and he had begun to inform the bodyguards who now were at home by messages.
"What should we do?" Said Freda in a very low voice.
With a helpless but arrogant look on his face, Zed Smith said, "Let's go."
Freda got it. What Zed meant was not driving away, but going back to the house.
The two of them counted in silence. They immediately opened the door and strode towards the villa.
Fortunately, although it was getting dark, the two of them were familiar with the route and soon returned to the house.