Exiting Brighton Plaza, Brian Anderson walked towards his Phantom.
I also headed towards my little tricycle.
Suddenly, I paused as if I'd remembered something, "Anderson, I almost forgot, I still have to deliver the potion to Wilson and Roberts!"
Brian Anderson was taken aback.
Then he muttered, "Hey! Why not just call them over, save you the trouble of running around, much less hassle."
After speaking, he picked up his phone and dialed Mr. Wilson's number first.
"Hello! Old Wilson, hurry to my place, I'm going to see the house with Thompson, come get your things yourself!"
Next, he consecutively dialed the numbers of President Roberts and the others.
After waiting for over ten minutes, Mr. Wilson, President Roberts, and the others arrived, luxury cars one after another parked on the road in front of the entrance of the Summit Tower.
"Thompson, where is my potion!"
President Roberts was the first to arrive, getting out of the car, he eagerly rushed over.
