"I Can Let You Take Him, But I Want You!"

Meanwhile, after Tristan got into the car, he leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, resting. Sitting in the passenger seat, Max glanced at him through the rearview mirror and quietly reminded him, "Sir, Miss Shannon called earlier and asked me to inform you that you don't need to meet her tonight."

Upon hearing this, Tristan slowly lifted his eyelids. He took the phone from Max and noticed several missed calls. His brow furrowed slightly. "Did she say where she went?"

"No," Max replied, "She just asked me to tell you not to meet her."

Tristan pressed his lips together tightly, then dialed Cynthia's number. However, the voice on the other end was cold and mechanical, "Sorry, the number you are dialing is currently out of service..."

Cynthia's phone was equipped with the latest chip, meaning it would not lose signal even in remote areas—unless...

Someone had installed a jamming system!