Chapter 67 Special Assigment
Before Robert could say anything, Scarlett looked at his location. Instantly she felt tense.
'Damn!! Why did this old man even go to such a dangerous location?'
"Girl, even though I want to go there, I can't do it quickly. This place is tough and dangerous to move around freely. I have to pre-arrange my departure beforehand to leave this city. And this place doesn't have an airport. So I have to find a nearby town with an airport to fly to your place…."
Robert clearly regretted not being able to come as soon as possible to help Scarlett's father.
"Gramp, don't worry about that. Stay where you are now, and someone will come to pick you up in about 5 or 6 hours from now. Finish whatever you are doing now, pack your things, and prepare for extraction."
"Perfect! So, all I have to do is wait, correct?" Robert knew this girl could do something like this. Well, she is his second favorite person in this entire world. As for number one, it must be the crazy little girl living in country X.
Robert feels lucky to be surrounded by intelligent and influential people like Scarlett. He can do whatever he wants to help people in need out there. Even in this dangerous country, he is not afraid because someone will still support him if he encounters difficulties.
"Yes, don't move too far around. We have pinpointed your location!"
"Girl, you know my place, right!?" He was worried that this girl couldn't find his location because his current location was remote.
"Yes, I can see your location once you pick up my call. Alright, Grandpa. See you later..." Scarlett ended the video call. She needed to find someone near the old man's location to escort him out of the conflicted country, Afghanistan.
Scarlett still couldn't believe the old man could get to that place. Despite their last communication, the old man said he would only be in Pakistan.
Immediately, Scarlett focused again in front of her laptop. Her fingers danced across the keyboard. And in no time, a world map appeared on her laptop screen. And it was followed by several red dots flickering in every country and city in the world — indicating the locations of assets she could use.
It didn't take long for her to find the person on the Afghanistan border.
After confirming the person's location, she made a phone call using a unique cell phone — different from the cell phone she was used to.
On the second ring, the phone is immediately connected. She could hear an icy voice at the other end.
"This is a special assignment. You and your team will extract and escort someone important from Afghanistan and bring him to the W country. Be advised to move quickly. If you need anything, contact me. This channel will remain open until you bring the person to my place."
"Roger that!"
After Scarlett gives him some instructions and sends him the location and details of Dr. Robert, she's typing something again on her laptop.
This time, she needed to find out why Frans' people made a scene in her house and injured her father.
A few minutes later, Scarlett was shocked to learn that the bastard Frans had died in a car accident.
How could that be!? The island is relatively small, with few cars, and car accidents rarely happen on this island.
Any car accident will surely raise curiosity.
Scarlett decided to check the CCTV at the crime scene. But when she tries to retrieve the CCTV footage, she realizes someone tampered with it. She couldn't access it the usual way.
"This is interesting!" Scarlett smiled, shaking her head. "Looks like I have to work much longer!" She muttered while her fingers were dancing so fast again on her laptop.
But several minutes passed, and Scarlett had not managed to retrieve the CCTV footage that had been deleted.
pαndα`noνɐ1--сoМ Who is this hacker? How can that bastard make her waste her precious time like this?
"You think I am an amateur? You are courting death!!" Scarlett taunts the hacker. Then her face gradually darkened, and her finger movements quickened.
After a few minutes passed, her expression began to change — a smile finally emerged from the corners of her lips.
"Tsk, Tsk... That's all you can do?"
Finished venting her anger on the stupid hacker, she started watching the CCTV footage. It only took her five minutes to find out who the man who sent assassins to kill that old bastard Frans was.
In another VIP room, Lauren is pacing the room.
She took out her frustration on Nicole, who was with her in the room.
"What attitude were you showing just now? Why are you defending that useless trash!?"
"Mom, please don't call my sister like that. All this time, Sis has been too good to us. She doesn't deserve to be treated like that, mom!" Nicole's eyes were blurry, feeling sad for her sister.
So far, Nicole had never openly asked her mother about her mistreatment of Scarlett, but this time she couldn't help but ask. Her mother had gone too far.
"Because he's not your father..." Lauren suddenly pressed her lips and didn't continue her words. She looked at her daughter with mixed feelings. "Forget it! You should know you don't have to be nice to her. It's useless!"
"But, mom... Blaming sister Scarlett for dad's accident isn't fair."
"Enough, Nicole! If you're still spouting nonsense, don't make me punish you!" Lauren's downcast eyes were filled with anger.
Nicole could only press her lips feeling frustrated talking to her mother.
"Listen, our priority right now is to beg your sister to help your father regain his senses. There's still a lot of work to be done. It's not time for the old man to die yet!"
Nicole was surprised. Why does it seem like her mother is using her dying father to get what she wants?
"Since that trash likes you, I think she will melt down if you beg her. Get on your knees to ask her to transfer ownership of the company. Only then can we withdraw a lot of money to pay for your father's medical treatment and take over what should be yours..."
"Mom, this isn't right..." Nicole said helplessly.
"Do you want your father to die?" Nicole immediately shook her head. "Good! Now, find your sister and beg!!"
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