Chapter 585: Alfred Garland: I think Sun is at least in his forties_1

He didn't realize that his phone call had activated the car's Bluetooth, and Nathalie Quinlan in the car could also hear it. Elated, he reported to Amadeus Yancey, "Mr. Vinson personally led the team to raid the goods, and we hit it big this time."

Amadeus Yancey gripped the steering wheel with one hand, revealing a section of his strong, weathered wrist adorned with a strand of plain Buddhist beads, and beside the beads, a silver bracelet engraved with 'seven,' eye-catching and sexy. He wasn't as excited as Alfred Garland on the phone, his demeanor indifferent, as if it was no surprise, casually responding to the caller, "Yeah, I know."

Alfred Garland was too excited, failing to notice Amadeus's composed tone, and continued with barely contained excitement, "We've been tracking this batch of goods for a long time. The folks at the institute have been working overtime for a month without finding where these goods were, but Mr. Vinson is smart, thinking to turn to Red Alliance..."