Mason Carter's clear words caught the attention of the few fierce and evil-looking men, and Amelia Clarke grasped the back of Mason Carter's collar and pulled him inside.
Her gaze inadvertently fell upon the sanitation worker who turned to look at them, and she froze.
Even though his face had aged so much that it was misshapen, she recognized him at once—it was Isaac Taylor.
Ciara Taylor's words at the dormitory at noon still echoed in her ears, "The US$ 705,000 you gave my dad last year isn't enough to cover his debts. My dad still owes over US$ 1.41 million, and the debt collectors, unable to find him, came after me..."
The leader of the men had also mentioned something like 'paying back the money' and 'US$ 1.41 million.'
Amelia Clarke raised her voice slightly, "Pull over to the side."
Mr. Clark slowly pulled the car over to the side and turned his head to ask, "What's wrong, ma'am?"
