In the car.
"Yes, yes, Chloe has always been sickly. We're taking her to see... Thank you for your help, Miss Hunter. I'll keep an eye on the girl..."
After finishing the call, Fred Foster's face turned red.
He really wasn't good at lying.
He sighed and returned the mobile phone to Chloe Stephens.
"Chloe, where exactly are you taking me?"
The driver, Len Hawthorne, replied: "River East Village."
Fred Foster was taken aback.
*
River East Village.
Fred Foster, in the back, tugs on his granddaughter's sleeve, "Chloe, do you know this young man who looks like a girl?"
The 'girl' walking in front: "..."
Chloe Stephens glances at him.
What a carefree_old man.
If she didn't know him, would she have dragged him here?
Feeling uneasy under his granddaughter's gaze, Fred Foster frowns at the young man walking in front who resembles a pretty girl.
With that appearance, stepping out of the woods, people might mistake him for a supernatural being.