Gordon had already opened the door and got in the car. He didn't answer her question.
Kristen noticed that the car parked in the temporary parking spot was a black Volkswagen.
The car left quickly.
Obviously, the man didn't want the money back, nor did he want to have anything to do with her.
But Kristen remembered the license plate.
In the entire west city, there were only three families more distinguished than the Barrett family.
With the license plate number, she should be able to find who helped her soon.
"Mr. Beckley, do you think that girl..."
In the car, Gordon asked hesitantly.
"Speak."
Markus was resting with his eyes closed.
"That ... That girl resembles your mother."
"Yes."
The image of the young girl on the identity card appeared in Markus's mind. He sighed, "What a coincidence! She and my little sister are of the same age and their birthdays are close.