PART 67

The luxurious and splendid bedroom was located in an 8,000 square-meter mansion worth $34.5 million, halfway up the hillside of Beverly Hills, with a garden and an infinity pool open to the door, overlooking the beautiful scenery of Los Angeles.

Belmode sat in front of the dresser wearing a black nightdress, with her slender legs crossed.

"Jingle Bell!" The phone rang.

Belmode picked up the phone and looked at the caller ID on the screen, frowning instantly.

'********'

Why is it a string of asterisks?

Belmode was a little puzzled.

This was her private number, not to mention her assistant manager, even the top officials of the criminal organization didn't know it.

Did someone make the wrong call?

Belmode was cautious and chose not to answer the call.

"Jingle Bell!"

But not long after, the phone rang again, and the caller ID was still a string of weird asterisks.

"Shit!"

Belmode cursed, pressed the call button on the phone, and said nothing, waiting for the other party to speak first.

A stiff mechanical voice came from the other end of the phone, "Should I call you Christine or Belmode?"

Upon hearing this, Belmod's pupils shrank, her body stiffened, and she became numb all over.

She wasn't surprised that the other party knew her real name, as many devoted fans also did.

But the name Belmod was her deepest secret, the code name for the leader of a new criminal organization in Los Angeles.

Belmod had spent three years building the organization.

To conceal her identity, she had been using disguise techniques to appear in front of the top management of the organization, and even her most trusted subordinates had never seen her true appearance.

Yet the person on the other end of the phone had just revealed the secret. How could she not be shocked?

Once this news was exposed, her business for many years would be ruined.

Belmod immediately adjusted her attitude and asked with a calm but doubtful tone, "Who are you? Did you dial the wrong number?"

Hahahaha

A laughter followed from the other end of the phone, "It's so unfortunate that you can't recognize the voice of an old friend."

Belmod couldn't help but curse, "Why did you use a voice changer? I can tell it's you, you scoundrel."

Jason turned off the voice changer and asked, "So now, can you recognize who I am?"

Belmod frowned and hesitated for two seconds, then suddenly let out a sigh of relief.

The next second, her emotions flared up again, and she gritted her teeth with resentment and said, "Jason, you son of a bitch."

"Hahaha, very good! After three years apart, you can still recognize my voice."

Belmod sneered and sarcastically asked, "Why did you call me on an encrypted phone? Oh, I remember. You're on the run from the New York police and can't keep a low profile anymore, so you thought of me?"

In his hotel room, Jason's expression suddenly became a little weird. Didn't this foolish girl ever watch the news?

"Your news is outdated. I suggest you turn on the TV and stay informed," Jason replied.

Belmod walked to the living room and grabbed the remote control to turn on the TV. "What's up with the news? Did you get caught by the police, so you're trying to contact me before you die?" she asked.

Jason took the phone away from his ear. He didn't like arguing with people, and he knew Belmod was about to realize how uninformed she was.

As the TV turned on, the news host began to discuss Jason and the Joker organization. To highlight the danger of the clown organization, the host exposed information about Jason and the members of the organization.

The Long Island Prison detainees were all heinous criminals, and the thirty or so individuals who joined the Joker organization were the cream of the crop.

They were not only ruthless killers, but also experts and top talents in various fields. Among them were computer hackers, skilled surgeons, and sharpshooters.

It was hard to imagine the terrifying chemical reaction that would occur when such a group of talented criminals gathered together.

After watching for a few minutes, Belmod finally understood Jason's current situation.

Belmod sneered as she spoke, "So, you called me just to boast about your achievements, right?"

Jason's prison break, tricking the police, and his recruitment of a talented crew made Belmod envious.

Calling an ex-girlfriend out of the blue after several years without contact would definitely give the impression of boasting.

"Boasting? I'm not that boring." Jason shook his head and said, "I can't explain everything over the phone. Let's meet up in person."

"You want me to come to New York?" Belmod sneered, "it's too dangerous. Do you think I'm stupid enough to walk right into danger?"

Jason let out a sigh, "Come on... After three years, can't we trust each other?"

Belmod retorted, "What do you think?"

"Alright, to be honest, I'm not in New York, but in Los Angeles."

Belmod's expression turned to surprise, "Really? The New York Police and the Army have set up a dragnet, and you escaped from there?"

"You'll find out when we meet. I'm staying at the Four Seasons Hotel in Beverly Hills. Come and see me."

"Beverly Hills?" Belmod furrowed her brows, feeling suspicious about the coincidence.

After a moment of hesitation, she agreed, "Fine, we'll meet later."

Jason hung up the phone with an expectant smile on his face. He was curious about what kind of surprise his female friend would bring him.

Beside him, Harley was looking at him with confusion. "Your friend... is a woman?" he asked.

Jason nodded and asked, "Is there something wrong with that?"

Harleen seemed puzzled, "But you've never been to Los Angeles before. How do you have friends, let alone female friends?"

Jason proceeded to explain his history with Belmod to Harley, who listened intently. "So she's still your first love," Harley said with an unhappy expression.

Jason was a little confused by Harley's focus. "Harley, your reaction is strange. When most people hear this news, they should be surprised that an Oscar-winning actress is the leader of a criminal organization."

"Really?" Harley responded noncommittally, pouting her lips.

Jason also knows she is feeling jealous . Harley was fine just a moment ago, why did she suddenly seem angry?

But Jason didn't have time to comfort her. He was too preoccupied with thoughts of how he could win over Belmod when she arrived later.