"Carry! It’s me, Xiaoman, are you surprised?" Xiaoman’s voice came through, sounding very joyful.
"Is there something you need?" Since her wrist was still being held by Alder Locke, Titus Zane wasn’t in the mood to engage in deep sisterly conversations with Xiaoman.
Meanwhile, Alder Locke took the opportunity while she was on the phone to pull her toward his luxury car.
"Let go of me!" Titus Zane turned and snapped at Alder Locke in a lowered voice, but it was still heard by Xiaoman.
"Carry, what’s happening?"
"Nothing," Titus Zane replied hastily, just about to tell Xiaoman to call back later for anything, but on the other end, Xiaoman laughed and said, "Oh, that’s good. I thought something had happened to you because I wasn’t there."
After finishing, without waiting for Titus Zane to respond, Xiaoman quickly added, "Carry, could you lend me some more..."
"Sorry, I have to hang up now, I’ve run into some trouble here."
Before Xiaoman could finish her sentence, Titus Zane hurriedly hung up the phone, as Alder Locke was already grasping her wrist with one hand and forcefully escorting her to the front door of the luxury car with his other hand around her waist.
"What are you trying to do?" Titus Zane, rarely angered, raised her voice a few notches, while Alder Locke smirkingly replied, "Nothing, just need your help with something."
After saying this, disregarding Titus Zane’s resistance, he forcefully pushed her into the passenger seat and then leaped into the driver’s seat from the open luxury car, stepped on the accelerator, and the flashy luxury car sped away.
And the open convertible roof also began to close slowly.
Meanwhile, Xiaoman, staring at her hung up phone, was not pleased, "Hmph! Stingy, she just said nothing was wrong, but the moment I mentioned borrowing money, she hangs up!"
Frustratedly clutching her phone in her palm, she looked around - the scenery was so beautiful here, she wanted to stay a few more days. She glanced at her deflated backpack, sighed, and decided to save some money for the road.
Just as she was about to put away her phone, a familiar figure entered her sight. Worried that she might be recognized, she instinctively tried to avoid them.
Just as she turned around, an idea sparked in her mind, and Xiaoman turned back. She noticed the man’s companion and child were choosing items at a scenic spot’s stall, so she jogged after them.
In the president’s office of State Element Ltd., the assistant reported what he had just seen to his boss, Wesley Foley, whose expression turned serious with a frown on his handsome brow.
"Are you sure you saw correctly?"
"Yes, president, that man was indeed a son from the Locke Family."
The Locke Family, the legend of Banyan City. If the southern city is the bustling city center, then the north is a symbol of power and status.
Living in that area, considered off-limits, involves the high and mighty whom many dare not provoke.
With great power in hand, every figure cannot escape the label marked with the word "influential", even if you are a magnate in the business world, in front of real dignitaries, you are as humble as an ant.
Wesley Foley narrowed his eyes slightly, gripping the pen in his hand tighter.
Carry, what kind of attraction do you have that made your brother-in-law come all the way to Banyan City, endlessly entangled, and now, connected with the most influential power in Banyan City.
Seeing Wesley Foley silently brooding, the assistant tentatively called out, "President," to which the latter looked up with his eyes still narrowly focused.
"Should I... should I call Carry’s assistant to ask..."
Wesley Foley’s narrowed eyes suddenly widened, he said sternly, "No need, go back to work."
The assistant discreetly observed his boss’s expression, respectfully said, "Yes, president."
Just as he was about to leave, Wesley Foley spoke again, "From now on, keep a close watch on Carry’s movements."