The man didn''t even bother to apologize. He gave Ophelia a quick nce before the wofnan beside him helped him leave.


    Mnie saw it and was angry that the man didn''t even apologize after hitting Ophelia. She was so angry she was about to confront them, but Ophelia pulled her back. "It''s alright, let''s head back," Ophelia said, clenching her fist as she watched the man and woman leave the restaurant and get


    into a car.


    Once back at her seat, she opened her hand under the table to find a note that read, [Meeting time moved up, please hand this note to the waffle stand owner.] Keh nced down and saw the note in her hand. "What''s happening?" He asked quietly.


    She calmly picked up some food and said with a serene expression, "Let''s eat first," She clutched the note again and thought for a moment, roughly guessing the man''s identity.


    ces like Jenton were full of mixed crowds and transactions, with undercover agents being amon presence. She vaguely remembered reading a news article in her previous life.


    The biggest drug dealer, Fabio, reached into its borders. The police once sent nearly a hundred people in a joint manhunt. Unfortunately, Fabio managed to escape. Two yearster, the president sent out arge group ofnd, sea, and air personnel and caught him.


    If she remembered correctly, this was around the time of the first crackdown. She recalled the man''s deep and meaningful look at her. It made her want to trust her instincts.


    Conveying information like this was certainly ast resort, and being pursued made it hard to break free easily. This was something she feltpelled to assist with.


    In a private room on the second floor, a middle-aged man dressed in white meditation clothes was sipping coffee with interest. His long, gray-white hair was tied at the back of his head, with a pair of round sses perched on his nose.


    "Mr. Sanchez, can we trust Carl? He drank a lot today. He even bumped into a woman on his way downstairs. Could there be something suspicious going on?", asked a bald man.


    The middle-aged man replied in broken Thalorin, "Keep an eye on that woman."


    "Yes."


    Downstairs, Ophelia casually nced at the food stall owner outside the restaurant and said, "Honey, I feel like having some waffles, too. I''m going to get some to-go."


    Keh frowned at her, wondering if she really intended to send a message to someone. He thought it was too dangerous and didn''t want her to go. It had nothing to do with them.


    Just by looking at Keh''s expression, she knew he wouldn''t let her go. Convincing him would be a waste of time. She used her trump card and kissed him on the cheek. "I''ll be right back."


    Keh gently took her hand, his furrowed brow easing a bit. "Ill go with you."


    "No need, it''s just at the door. You''re way too noticeable," She should just go by herself.


    Just as Mnie was about to get up, Ophelia''gave her a look, indicating she should stay seated.


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    She couldn''t let rte tag along either. With her trained skills, she had a clear bodyguard vibe. Those people were very


    cautious, and when that man bumped into her earlier, she clearly spotted a figure at the corner of the second floor.


    If they sent someone to watch her when she was delivering the message, it could raise suspicion.Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org.


    Keh sighed helplessly, wondering why Ophelia would be so kind to help a stranger.


    Ophelia felt it was just a small favor, so she was determined to do it. She gave him another kiss. "Besides, Caleb and Barrett are just around the corner, It''ll be fine," Before Keh could agree, she got up and dashed out. Keh lifted his eyelids, his gaze closely following her.


    In front of the waffle stand, Caleb and Barrett were sitting there, having a snack. Caleb took a small bite, immediately making a face as if he had bitten into something very unpleasan


    "The food in this ce really leaves a lot to be desired. It''s just terrible."


    "Let''s pack up two portions to bring back for Roger and Husonter."


    "Great idea."


    As theirughter faded, Ophelia walked out of the restaurant. She approached the stand and said, "I''d like a chocte one, please."


    "Mrs. Sinir, I''d advise you to be careful with the waffle," Caleb whispered.


    Ophelia pretended not to hear, and as she paid, she discreetly slipped the note in with the money.


    The stall owner looked practiced as he made the waffle, his fingers tightening slightly as he quickly took the money.


    Ophelia chatted with the owner about various topics, wearing a somewhat clueless expression. Standing there, she could keenly sense, apart from Keh, another sharp and sinister gaze fixated on her.


    After Ophelia packed up the waffle and returned to the restaurant, the bald man on the second floor of the hotel silently pulled the curtains.


    "Mr. Sanchez, that woman just ordered a waffle at the entrance, and she seemed pretty clueless. She must be a tourist visiting the area, nothing unusual," The bald man reported.


    "Okay, inform Carl that the transaction is going as usual," This was already his third time testing Carl.


    As soon as the bald man called Carl, he heard a low voice from the other side. "Carl, let''s make the deal."


    "Damn it, are you messing with me? I''m in the shower, and now you''re telling me to make the deal? Crap!"


    Hearing the voice on the phone, the middle-aged man smirked. He reached out his hand, and the bald man quickly handed him the phone.


    "Don''t be upset, Carl. Once this deal is done, you won''t have to worry about not having women around. I''ve brought the goods. You cane check." "Well, at least you''re being sincere."


    A few minutester, the pickup truck from before pulled up again in front of the restaurant.


    Ophelia and her group finished eating and left the restaurant, just as Carl and the woman brushed by them.


    Carl''s face flickered through her mind. It seemed somewhat familiar. She remembered in the previous life, he was


    mentioned in the news during the first raid, which had heavy casualties. It seemed there was a ck and white portrait of Chapter 306


    him.


    Ophelia felt a sudden jolt in her heart.


    Inside the booth, Fabio suddenly thought of something and asked the bald man next to him, "Earlier, how did that woman pay when she bought the waffle?"


    The bald man didn''t understand what Fabio meant by this. "She just paid like usual."


    "Cash or mobile?"


    The bald man rolled his eyes. "It was cash."


    Fabio''s expression turned intense as he quickly stood up, pulled back the curtain, and looked downstairs. This usually busy triangr street was now eerily quiet. A bad feeling rose inside him. "Let''s go!"