"Hmm, I think I know." Erwin Simpson replied.
"That's good then."
After that, the call was hastily disconnected.
Erwin Simpson sat in the executive chair, closed his eyes, and pondered for a moment.
He sent a message to Kathrine Jaron on his phone.
Inviting her to meet at a private, secret clubhouse.
Half an hour later.
The Elegant Clubhouse.
The lighting was colorful and ambiguous, dim and hazy.
A stark contrast to the winter sunlight outside during the daytime.
Erwin Simpson arrived first.
Kathrine Jaron was ten minutes late.
The two met in the quietest private room at the very back.
They closed the door.
Looking around nervously, Kathrine Jaron asked, "Why did you want to meet me?"
"I need you to set a trap for Marcus Moore to take out Ella Lacey, and then—" Erwin Simpson suddenly paused.
"And then what?" Kathrine Jaron was eager to know and willing to take on the task.
Destroying Ella Lacey, taking revenge on her, was the most gratifying thing for her right now!
