At night, a row of cars parked by the side of the road.

Calbert was in one of them, looking rather inconspicuous.

At that moment, the driver noticed that a few bodyguards looking into some cars nearby were slowly approaching theirs.

"Boss, those men seemed to be working for Mrs. Carrington Senior. Are they looking for us?"

Calbert did not respond. He merely looked at the bodyguards coldly.

Soon, someone knocked on their car window. The driver was nervous. He grabbed onto the steering wheel, about to slam on the gas pedal at any moment.

Calbert rolled the window down a little and asked coldly, "Can I help you?"

"What are you all doing in the car so late at night?" the bodyguard asked in an unfriendly tone.

He looked into the car through the slit of the window. He immediately noticed that Calbert didn't look like a good person.

"Get out of the car and come see Mrs. Carrington Senior with us. Explain to her why you're stalking her. Perhaps, we could let you go then. If not, we w