He didn't rush to answer the phone. Instead, he first opened the car door, got out with his phone, and walked to the side.
Only then did he place the phone by his ear, his voice like ice, radiating a chilling coldness, "You better give me a good reason not to kill you."
You better give me a good reason not to kill you!
The person on the other end of the phone was flustered at first, then quickly said, "President Lawrence, I didn't mean to call and bother you. It's just that just now..."
"Just now I went down to the pharmacy to buy some painkillers, and I noticed two strange people following me."
"Strange people following you?" Baron Lawrence's eyes darkened, the anger in them gradually subsiding into seriousness.
