Upon concluding her conversation with Cornell, Rosemary casually instructed Gordon,
"Spread his current location as soon as possible."
"Roger that." Gordon whipped out his phone and immediately disseminated the information.
Cornell, who was just pinned against the wall by Rosemary by his hair, rubbed his sore scalp and cautiously asked,
"Are you guys working for Darren?"
"That's not for you to ask," Rosemary retorted coldly.
"What should I do next?"
"Go to the corner store, pick up some stuff, and then go home. Wait for the fish to bite."
With no other choice, Cornell complied.
"We'll head to his place first."
Rosemary deliberately chose to part ways with Cornell. Gordon, feeling anxious, quickened his pace to catch up with Rosemary and whispered,
"Ms. Rose, are you sure you trust him? What if he uses the excuse of going to the store to bolt?"
"He's more afraid of us bolting on him."
