On the way down, Aaron’s phone had become a public one.

One by one, the women all called their families back.

“Mom, it’s me, Rebecca. I’m still alive…”

“Dad, can you come and pick me up? I’m at…”

“Hubby, it’s me, Leslie…”

Seeing that his phone was about to run out of battery, he quickly whipped out the power bank he was carrying. He was happy to let these people use his phone and get in contact with their families.

As the women introduced themselves, he had heard it all.

Deep down inside, he had a renewed sense of admiration toward Preston for being so bold.

Many girls here hailed from bigshot families in Michigan or were at the very least their daughters-in-law. Some were of even higher stature than the Coleman family. It was equivalent to gaining lots of favors from today’s conglomerates and megacorporations!

He admired Alex in his heart.

With the favors of all these women, could he simply walk around in Michigan without getting mugged?

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