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Like a cornered beast, he dialed the phone again. "The phone you dialed has been turned off." This time, the phone was directly turned off, and the hands of Allen Prince trembled. This phone was the phone call of the first disciple of Divine Guardian of Sunfall Empire, and it was also his most powerful support. Now that the phone was hung up, it could be said that he couldn't even grab the last straw.

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he stammered. "You already know my name. I'm Jack Spencer." The guy who'd beaten him down forcefully stood him up to face me. "Anyway, who was it that sent you? Daniel, Drake, or Sara Larson? Or all three?" "Screw you!" he spat. Just then, his phone started ringing, and he looked shaken. "Guess I'll find out now. Give it here," I said, holding out my hand. A guard dug in the man's pocket and took out a flip phone. Must be a burner.

However, after taking a look, he sighed and revealed a very disappointed expression. Willie raised his phone and showed it to everyone. It wasn’t from the Death Inquisitor. It was just a text message from AT company reminding them that the communication fee on the phone was insufficient. At this moment, another phone notification sounded. Everyone looked for the source, and their eyes stopped on Judy.

Fasting asked. " Yes, they have agent Thomas's cell phone, " the man who happened to be on the other end of the line spoke. It was Shola, and Fasting could already tell. Fasting took a deep breath, and from the way he sighed, Shola could detect his disappointment.

Her frown intensified. "Hello? Who am I speaking with?" Asked Cali. "This is Ivy. May I know who is this?" Came the reply from the other end. Ivy? What was she doing with his phone? She gulped. "Is this not Mr. Cain's mobile phone?" She asked Ivy.

He was about to give up hope when his phone rang. "Hello?" "Abi."

I was expecting an email from Jenkins, not another call, especially not this late. “Miss Garner?” asked a deep voice when I picked up. “Yes, who is this?” “I work with the production of the TV show Haunters. Mr. Jenkins—” “It’s Price,” the phone app said, cutting the man off. “Excuse me?” he said, taken aback. “May I ask your name, sir?” I asked, silk and honey. Could it be that I was on the phone with Brandon Price the man? The voice certainly sounded like him.

He exhaled slowly, pulling out his phone without wasting another second, already dialing as his thoughts began to line up, one after the other. The call connected. “Who is Hannah Connor?” he asked, getting straight to it, his tone calm, but not casual.

While waiting for Conal's wounds to heal completely, Phelan and Alfred go to dispose of the corpses. The two find a still-usable cell phone dropped from Barton's accomplice. In his heart, he was secretly glad that he could use it to communicate with his people. Phelan approached Azura and Conal and calmly said: "Conal, do you remember Reana's phone number?" Conal nodded and asked, "Of course. What's up?" Phelan held the phone in front of Conal, who glanced at it, smiled, and said, "Let's call Reana to come to pick us up!"