I know! Mr. Nolan must have helped us out!”
Lyra seemed to have thought of something. Suddenly, she said, “I called him after calling the police just earlier. He must have sent President Anderson here.”
“Chris Nolan?” Dahlia frowned, feeling doubtful.
“That’s right. Mr. Nolan is the only person who would help us and has the power to ask President Anderson for help!” Lyra analyzed, convinced that she was correct.
“Well, that makes sense.” Dahlia agreed.
As they were talking, a red Ferrari stopped