Natasha laughed, saying, "Mr. Warren, we're just following orders. If you have a problem with that, you can take it up with our superior!"

Donald snorted. "Who's your superior? Even if it's God himself, he can't let you run wild in my jurisdiction."

Dylan replied calmly, "He's someone you should know, Mr. Warren—the one you arrested last time."

Natasha added with an unrestrained laugh, "That's right. We're talking about And—I mean, Mr. Lloyd. Bye!"

After hanging up, Donald wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his expression completely dumbfounded. He shivered and muttered, "So that's who's directing Dylan and Natasha—thank God I didn't interfere too much!"

He decided then and there to stay out of it completely. After all, even Mark showed respect to Mr. Lloyd, and if Mark had not raised any concerns, then this definitely was not his business.

Having found a convenient excuse, Donald relaxed with a chuckle. He wondered which poor soul had managed to anger someone as power