Paul came out. “Sir, should we go back, too?”

Neil nodded. “Well, let’s go.”

He got into the car and glanced at the car opposite. “Paul, go and check that car tomorrow.”

Paul didn’t ask much and nodded in response. “OK, Sir.”

When Neil’s car drove away, the driver of the black car took out his cell phone and made a call, “Mr. Hill.”

“How’s it going?” Carl sits on the sofa in the living room with a worried face.

“Mr. Hill, just as you think, Lady Lucy and Mr. Cook met again. They had a good chat, but they left one after the other.” The man on the other...