Chapter 152

He used another phone and called Al Hopper. The call was only answered after a long while. “Juan, are you surprised that it’s me?” Juan trembled at the familiar voice. His hands and feet turned cold as sweat started to roll down his forehead in beads. “Philip? How did you…” Juan’s words were stuck in his throat. This was Al’s number but Philip was the one who answered the phone. Even a pig-brained idiot would know what was going on. “Where’s Al?” Juan controlled his frantic emotions and asked. “In front of your house,” Philip said calmly. Then, there was a muffled voice coming from the phone. Juan was shocked. He stood up from the sofa and ran to the window, looking outside through the glass. Two black Mercedes-Benzs were parked in front of the entrance of the mansion. Their tail lights were shining in an ominous red glow. There was a man at the hood of the car. He was smoking a cigarette. The red glow of the cigarette caused Juan to panic. Philip! How did he get here so f