No sign of Sinclair?
Could it be that the little bastard really died, and he was just being overly cautious?
Grandpa Porter narrowed his eyes slowly.
Then why did Camilla go to Mileage?
After a long silence, he finally spoke in a hoarse, aged voice thick with murderous intent.
"Tell Bryan to find out about Camilla's purpose for this trip before making a move."
His words dripped with menace.
"Remember—leave no one behind."
"Understood!"
A stern-faced man with a shadowed expression nodded grimly and strode out.
Just then, a short, portly middle-aged man brushed past him and entered.
"Grandpa Porter,
Samson and Norris have acted ahead of schedule."
Samson?
Norris?
Hearing the familiar name, Mr. Porter's eyebrows twitched in shock, his mind completely blank.
"The operation in Mileage isn't complete yet.
Who gave them the order to act prematurely?"
Grandpa Porter's graying brows knitted tightly together.
"Those two idiots!"
