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Titus Zane...
Just got the wrong time because of Nicholas Croft, and now the cab broke down halfway, truly an unlucky year.
Pushing open the car door, Titus Zane approached the driver, "Master, what shall we do now?"
"What to do? Find a way!"
The driver spoke casually, but Titus Zane was not as optimistic.
He had already checked Wesley Foley's schedule and planned the spot for an accidental meeting. If he missed this flight, all plans would have to be redeployed, causing not just trouble but possibly losing the best opportunity.
Anxious, Titus Zane looked around; the highway to the airport stretched endlessly.
"Master, how can we find a way?"
"You stand here and try to flag down another car!"
Although what the driver said was practically nonsense, now, there was no other choice.
"Please help me take out the suitcase."
