Arfen Finch turned his face, gazing at Iria Lindsay for a moment.
"I've watched her grow up. Even if everyone in the world betrays me, she won't."
"That's good." Cold Xiaoxie took a sip of his drink, lowered his voice, "I've arranged everything. They'll come to pick up the goods tonight."
Arfen Finch frowned slightly, "There won't be any issues, right?"
"Hmph!" Cold Xiaoxie scoffed dismissively, "With James Xavier and Memoria Campbell dead, they no longer have their backbone. Now that Iria is on our side, their original plan has been exposed. They will definitely draft a new plan. They would never expect us to dare move the goods tonight. If I'm not wrong, they're now preparing another plan."
"Mr. Finch."
A subordinate came running over, handing a cellphone to Arfen Finch. Arfen Finch received the call, held it to his ear for a moment, then hung up.
"How was it?" Cold Xiaoxie asked.
