In the car, Waylon Lewis grasped Hope Williams' hand, his brows knitting together with concern as he asked, "Do you know them?"
Hope shook her head, "No, I don't."
She was more than unfamiliar with these people; she had never even seen their faces, otherwise she wouldn't have completely no memory of them.
But it seemed like they knew her!
Waylon Lewis pursed his lips and remained silent. Those individuals were not of simple identities, they held a deep hostility towards him, and they shared the surname Williams.
Seeing a faint worry flickering across Waylon Lewis' face, Hope couldn't help but furrow her brows, "What's wrong? Did you find something?"
Waylon Lewis paused for a moment, "No, I'll take you home first."
Hope's eyes clouded with suspicion, but she did not press further and merely nodded her head.
"Did you find any results with your investigation about Jayden's matter?"