"Okay, Hera." Nathan smiled. "You can also just call me Nate."
Although he was ten years older than Hera, it didn't matter if he was addressed by his nickname.
"Okay, Nate," Hera responded.
Lensvale oak trees could be found in the countryside. There was still a long distance to go there from the airport. It was predicted that they would have to drive for around five hours.
With such a long journey, Hera couldn't imagine how Isabella and Madison escaped without using planes, high-speed rails, or trains—all of which could capture their information.
They soon left the airport and took a cab to a restaurant. After getting out of the cab, Nathan was still worried about Hera and asked, "Are you really alright?"
"I'm fine. I just have a headache. I'll rest in the car afterward." Hera shook her head.
Nathan nodded. "Okay, let's have a meal first and wait for my friend to come over."
"Okay."
Hera had no appetite and didn't eat much. During their meal, Nathan answered a phone call. Soon, a black SUV appeared outside.
After paying the bill, Nathan told Hera, "Let's go. My friend is here."
His friend was Stephen Hall, who worked at the local police station.
When Stephen saw Hera, his eyes brightened up. He whistled and playfully asked, "Nate, is this your girlfriend? You have a good eye."
Hera was rendered speechless.
"Don't talk nonsense!" Nathan smacked Stephen's shoulder and whispered, "Be serious. She's related to Mr. Killian!"
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