Chapter 767: The Abacus Clatters Loudly_1

Phoebe Hoffman was still waiting anxiously, completely unaware that she had been clearly captured by surveillance cameras.

She looked up at the wall clock.

Checked the time.

Seeing that almost an hour had passed since Wallace Radcliff had sent someone to find her, she became increasingly restless. The coffee lost its flavor, and she put down the cup she was holding, no longer able to feign composure. A sense of unease surged in her heart, but Phoebe couldn't pinpoint why she felt that way; she just couldn't calm down.

After a moment's hesitation, she picked up the phone lying on the table and sent a message to Group Two.

A minute went by.

No one replied.

Three minutes passed.

Still, no reply.

"What's going on?" Phoebe's eyebrows knitted tightly as she looked down at her phone, stubbornly sending another message.

She had thought this time the other party would surely reply quickly.

But the outcome was the same, her phone remained eerily silent, with not a hint of response.