He tentatively spoke up to comfort Callahan. “Mr. Langley, maybe Ms. Sloan... just didn't expect it to be such a coincidence?”
“Didn't expect it?” Callahan let out a cold laugh, his voice low and icy. “She knew who I was from the very beginning.”
Otherwise, she wouldn't have appeared so coincidentally in the restaurant Dante had specifically booked for them. She had done it on purpose.
The assistant swallowed hard and braced himself to offer an explanation. “Perhaps Ms. Sloan had her reasons? After all, she just got out of prison, and her identity is sensitive...”
Callahan raised his hand to interrupt him, his face grim as he dialed Leilani's number directly.
“Ring— Ring—”
After a long wait, the call automatically disconnected. No one answered.
Leilani's phone had lost signal since arriving at the treatment location. Callahan called several times, but there was no response.
Callahan’s expression grew colder. He switched to dialing Lennox's number. Lennox was his right-hand man who handled important business matters domestically while he was abroad.
“Lennox, track Leilani's current whereabouts for me.”
Five minutes later, a reply came from the other end. “Mr. Langley, Ms. Sloan left for Brass City with Marlon this morning.”
Brass City? And with Marlon?
Callahan abruptly stood up, grabbing his suit jacket. “Arrange a plane. We're returning to the country tomorrow morning.”
Arnold's condition was stable enough now, and his own injuries were mostly healed. It was time to go back. He needed to clear this matter up once he returned.
The assistant was stunned. “But you were originally scheduled for three days from now...”
“Advance it.”
Callahan’s tone was unquestionable. At the same time, he made another call. “Execute Arnold's transfer plan ahead of schedule. Send him to the ‘Safe House’ tonight.”
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