Without thinking at all, I grabbed the paper in my hand and got up abruptly. With a gloomy face, I said, "Enough, it's so noisy here. Get out of my way. I'm going out."
Freya looked at me as if she saw her savior. As she expressed her admiration towards me, she stood up and said, "Did you hear what she said? Are you all blind? Get out of the way!"
They were completely frightened by our attitude and eventually made way for us.
When I walked out of the cafe and saw the toilet sign, I immediately dragged Freya in with me.
After making sure that no one was inside any of the cubicles, I unveiled the paper in my hand to her.
"Where did you get this from?" Freya was in the middle of fixing her makeup, but she paused and asked nervously.
"From those women just now," I answered truthfully.
"No wonder. Here I was wondering who were those stupid women." Freya said thoughtfully, "Hurry up and open it."
I unfolded the note and revealed its contents.
"Map received and currently being analyzed. If anything happens, contact this number."
Since it mentioned a map, I could guess the sender. "They're with Cyrus."
"Cyril's older brother?" Freya asked.
"Yes." I nodded. "Last time, Jordan took me to an island where all his goods were produced. I remembered the location roughly and asked Cyril to bring him the map."
Freya nodded and did not ask any more questions.
I thought for a moment and asked Freya for her phone, "Can you lend me your phone. We might be able to get something out of Jordan's card. Let me take a picture and send it to him."
After that, we memorized the number written on the paper and flushed it away. Then, we left as if nothing had happened.
To be safe, we went to another shopping mall and took the initiative to talk to people from some rich and powerful families. We talked to them for a while before going back home.
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