Sandra wasn't easy to fool. She immediately asked, "What about you? You're not the British police. Don't tell me you want to catch those terrorists on your own?"
Selina rolled her eyes. "No way. It's just that there are a few old clients here, and I might need to look after them a bit. Don't worry, I'll arrange for someone to do it."
I'll let Luke know right away, but I never said it wouldn't be me, the director murmured inwardly.
After ten minutes of wrangling over the phone, Sandra finally gave in.
She was worried about her eldest daughter, but she couldn't tie Selina up and take her away with her husband and youngest daughter.
The truth was that Selina threatened to have the bodyguards forcibly escort them to the car if they didn't leave.
So, Sandra could only curse d*mn rich people nonstop and let the four bodyguards escort them to the car and head for France.