At night, a row of cars parked by the side of the road.

Calbert was in one of them, looking rather inconspicuous.

At that moment, the driver noticed that a few bodyguards looking into some cars nearby were slowly approaching theirs.

"Boss, those men seemed to be working for Mrs. Carrington Senior. Are they looking for us?"

Calbert did not respond. He merely looked at the bodyguards coldly.

Soon, someone knocked on their car window. The driver was nervous. He grabbed onto the steering wheel,