"Speaking of which, these past few days you've been under Lorraine's care. Why isn't she here to save you now?" Cynthia crossed her legs, her posture casual and carefree, yet there was an undeniable sharpness in every movement and gesture.
Hans swallowed, his voice hoarse, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Cynthia curved her lips into a smile.
At that moment, her phone suddenly rang. Seeing that it was Dark Falcon calling, she swiped to answer the call.
"The virtual currency trading platform Lorraine was managing has collapsed. What are your next steps?" Dark Falcon's voice came through the phone, "As far as I know, she's been ostracized by her family, and her business here isn't that extensive. You just ruined the one thing she cares about most—the virtual currency trading. Aren't you worried she'll lash out in desperation?"