The outside wind brought in a trace of heat. The agarwood scent in the car dispersed a little.

The car was stable and comfortable.

The man inside was on the phone, revealing his sharp side profile.

No one noticed that in the side lane just one car away, there was a car to the left of the black Bentley.

A pair of hateful and bloodshot eyes stared in the direction of the black Bentley.

The woman took her phone and dialed a number.

“Mr. Sloan, the time has come. Where are your people?”

There was a buzz from the phone. Soon, a gentle and clear voice sounded.

“Ms. Yeager, I arranged a getaway car for you. It’s the third red car behind your car. When you are done, get in the car while no one notices you. The driver will take you to where you’re supposed to go.”

Cindy subconsciously looked in the back mirror when she heard this.

Sure enough, the third car behind hers was a red car.

She let out a slow sigh of relief.

“Okay.”

Cindy hung up the phone contentedly.

She wanted to go a