When the other person picked up the call, Sebastian Smith turned the speaker mode on his phone on and asked with a smirk, "Who the heck are you?"
"I'm Hudson Quarrington," the person answered, a hint of confusion was clear in his voice. "Who are you? Why do you have my personal phone number?"
"Wow, you're really good at imitating him! Even your tone sounds exactly like our Chief,” Sebastian Smith scoffed.
Annoyance began to creep into Hudson Quarrington's voice. "You're from the Grand Council? Which department do you work at?"
"It doesn't matter. I'm warning you, stealing the identity of a high-ranking official is a very serious offend! You'd better cooperate with the investigations, or else..."
"What then?" Hudson Quarrington growled.
"Or else, I'll throw you and your accomplices into jail," Sebastian Smith
threatened.
"Fine then! Come and get me!" Hudson Quarrington snarled.
Sebastian Smith widened his eyes, unable to believe that there could be con artists as shameless as this one. "Tell me your name and address! I'm sending someone after you right now!"
"Hudson Quarrington, 5th Royale Street!”
He hung up right after that.
Sebastian Smith gaped in horror as only those in high power could live in Royale Street.
Besides, the Chief of the Grand Council actually resided at 5th Royale Street.
His hand began to tremble uncontrollably.
Everything began to fall into place in his mind. The voice, the tone, the aura of that person was indeed from Hudson Quarrington of the Grand Council.
He had indeed been talking to the Chief!
Sebastian Smith's blood pressure rose as panic mounted, to a point that his vision grew dark and he collapsed onto the floor.
Horrified yells filled the air as Sebastian Smith's body fell like a rock.
They gave Nathan Cross unhappy looks as well. Didn't Nathan Cross give him a fake number? Wasn't that an imposter?
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