Ghost house?
Suddenly, he sat up, picked up his phone, and dialled Larzhy.
Larzhy picked it up after four rings. "What?"
"I'll help you get back, Eron. Just listen to me for now." Stark excitedly toned as if he were so happy to help her.
"Are you listening?" He confirmed again since there was no response from Larzhy's side.
"Hmm," she arrogantly voiced.
However, that was nothing in front of Happy Face Stark. He started to explain the matter to her as her narrow, annoyed eyes expanded, like his idea would work out.
"Will Eron agree to come?" Larzhy queried, concerned a little.
"I'll take care of that," he said, hanging up the phone. He smiles satisfyingly, knowing that this mission will be accomplished with good results.