He swallowed nervously, about to ask what was going on, when the other person slowly put down the phone and looked at him.
"Go to the suburbs of Priocia. Now, right away, immediately—!!"
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Having snatched the phone from the hand, Fletcher Kinney glanced at the call log and his face darkened immediately.
"Who is Evan Willow?" he demanded.
Amanda Smith bit her teeth and remained silent.
"Do you know who Evan Willow is?" he turned his head to look at the bald man.
"How the hell would I know!" The bald man slammed the steering wheel and sneered, "You've got some nerve, Miss Smith, making a call right under my nose!"
Amanda Smith hugged herself, curling up in the seat while her hair was yanked over by Fletcher Kinney, coming face-to-face with the man's fierce visage: "You're asking for it, huh?!"
"Do you think he'll call the police?"