The driver swallowed his complaints and accelerated the car.
Archer Quinn comforted Bella and dialed his assistant's phone number, saying, "Book two tickets for the earliest possible flight to Creston."
The assistant, who was in the car following behind, was taken aback, "Brother Quinn, did something happen at the company?" He was still thinking, why didn't he receive any notification if something had happened?
"Don't ask too many questions. Book tickets for several different time slots for the earliest possible flights to Creston. I'll send you the ID information."
"Oh, okay." The assistant took a moment to respond.
After hanging up, Archer Quinn said, "Bella, give me your ID number."
"Senior Quinn, no need to trouble yourself. I can just have Piggy book the tickets." Bella felt a bit uneasy always being taken care of by Archer Quinn.
