"Yo, you're so worked up, seems like you two have a thing going on."
The slicked-back hair man was none other than June Bates.
He reached out a hand and gently stroked her hair.
His eyes scrutinized Dirk Carter while the wicked smile on his face gradually faded away.
"You're Dirk Carter?"
"Yes!"
"Alright, the fact that you came over shows you have some guts. I don't like beating around the bush; I have just one question. I'd like to know, who told you about Hilliard Hall's business?"
As soon as he asked this question.
Dirk Carter's puzzled mind was relieved at once.
The situation before him was Shane Vincent's doing.
Victor Ford's last scheme didn't work, so now they plan to use force.
Upon realizing this.
Dirk Carter didn't panic.
A smile appeared on his face.
"What are you smiling at?"
June Bates asked.
"I'm smiling because, despite his surface might, Brother Nine is nothing more than a dog raised by certain people behind the scenes."
"You're courting death!"
