Nathan Leafcastle drove the car out of the alley and took out his phone to return the call.
On the other end, Smith's voice carried a hint of amusement, but it was far from pleasant, "I thought Mr. Leafcastle wouldn't answer my calls anymore!"
"How could it be?" Nathan Leafcastle smiled faintly, "Where are you?"
"Outside your villa," Smith said.
"Good, see you in a bit." Nathan Leafcastle hung up the phone and pressed down the accelerator.
A moment later, the car returned to the complex where he lived. Before he even parked, he saw two black cars parked outside the villa from a distance. Smith was standing on the steps, flanked by a few of his bodyguards.
Nathan Leafcastle parked the car, calmly pushed open the door, walked forward, and opened the house door to invite him in.
"Mr. Smith, would you like a drink?" He stood in front of the coffee table, "I have tea, coffee... or... juice?"
