The old woman opened the door with a trash bag in her hand.

When she opened the door, she was instantly greeted by three burly men standing by the door.

"You…" She dropped the trash bag and let out a gasp.

"Hello, Grandma. We are here to look for Irene." The leader among them immediately smiled what he thought to be a kind, pleasant smile.

The old woman looked at the three men giving her fake smiles. She was in shock.

However, she soon guessed who they were working for.

One on hand, she blamed herself. She should not have called Avery of her own volition. On the other hand, she was glad that Madam could predict the future and had sensed danger ahead, preventing another tragedy from happening.

"Oh… Who are you all?" The old lady quickly calmed down once she understood the situation. "How do you know Irene?"

"Grandma, we were sent here by Mr. Foster. We mean you no ill harm. We only want to confirm if Irene is Mr. Foster's daughter," the leader said politely.

The old woman laugh