Grant hung up the phone.

Another car drove up from a distance. It was the designated car of that barbecue restaurant.

Grant narrowed his eyes. Two young waiters got out of the car and walked over with a smile.

“The charcoal that Ms. Stanton ordered…”

Grant’s eyes flickered, and he nodded.

The waiter asked him with a warm smile, “Do you need our help to carry it up for you?”

Grant shook his head. “No need, just leave it here. By the way, are you the only ones who came to deliver things?”

The waiter nodded. “Yes. Ms. Stanton is our VIP customer, so our manager specially ordered us to deliver it as soon as possible. It’s been exactly fifteen minutes since she placed the order.”

Grant pursed his lips in silence.

Fifteen minutes was indeed the fastest time from that restaurant’s location to Nicole’s place.

This meant that someone got the news faster than the restaurant.

Grant pondered and said, “Thank you.”

The waiter smiled and left.

After Grant pondered for a while, he made a