"Yes!"
Zander immediately answered in acknowledgment and started making phone calls to make arrangements.
Moments later, three black SUVs pulled out of the Lennon Group parking lot.
It was not long before about 20 more black MPVs followed them.
MPVs were multi-purpose vehicles with a core seating capacity of seven to eight people, and each car was full of passengers.
Sean sat in the front passenger seat of the leading SUV, watching the blip on his phone still moving fast.
"Speed up a bit."
Even though Zander was already driving fast, Sean was still worried.
Quill sneaked out at this moment, and Sean knew what he was up to without giving it much thought.
He must have wanted to hurt Willow.
Sean could not wait a moment longer.
"Yes!"
Zander responded and stepped on the pedal. The car sped off like an arrow from a bow.
"Commander, should we inform Damian?"
Zander asked casually, driving the car at maximum speed.
"No."
Sean said, and Zander understood.
If the government intervened, they would be restricted in many things.
However, Sean did not want to involve the government. He would handle this in his way.
Zander, who had followed Sean for years, knew how he would handle it.
...
More than 20 cars revved up toward Quill's location.
It was after midnight, and there was little traffic on the road, so they drove at full speed.
Jon had no idea that Quill had gone behind his back.
Jon instantly understood what had happened when he woke up to the open room door and Quill's empty room.
Then he started calling Quill.
However, Quill had turned off his phone and lived in his world.
He stopped by the adult sex toy shop to buy some things. Then he turned up the music in the car and drove at top speed.
It was not long before Quill arrived at the abandoned factory where Willow and her assistant were being held.
The burly men knew the son of their employer, of course.
Therefore, Quill entered the building unhindered.
"Yo, Young Master Zimmer, you're here!"
The bald and burly man came up smiling, but his tone was nothing obsequious or humble.
They were paid. Status did not matter.
Quill would not give these people trouble, so he replied to his greeting politely.
"Your father called just now to check if you're here."
The bald and burly man chuckled and said meaningfully.
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