Phaedrus found Bridget peculiar, and her presence felt too random. His instincts told him that her words were untrustworthy, so he turned to face the man with yellow teeth again.

“She’s already given us Darius’ location, so I’m sure we know what to do next—that is, I think we should go to the hotel’s backyard.”

After saying that, he did not wait for the man’s response; Phaedrus marched straight for the backdoor.

The man’s jaw fell slightly while his brows furrowed; that was the first time he felt like a genuine idiot for overlooking the details. He glanced at Bridget with growing skepticism before turning to face the other way and catching up to Phaedrus.

The man thought, “This chick claims Darius is resting on the second floor, but if Phaedrus chooses to go to the backyard, then Darius must be at the back! After all, Phaedrus’ judgment has never been wrong over the past few years. It’s all thanks to Phaedrus that my forces can get away with doing illicit business.”

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