Getting $10 Trillion Out Of Nowhere-Chapter 1817: The Old Man’s Identity

"Miss Phillips, don’t waste your time. I’ve already installed a signal jammer in the car. Your phone is now a piece of scrap metal!" the chauffeur said in a low voice.

Freya was stunned for a moment before she hurriedly lowered her head to look at her phone. She realized that there was really no signal.

Connor looked at the chauffeur, his expression even more solemn.

He finally understood why the chauffeur looked at him so nervously just now. It was not because of his identity.

Moreover, all of this seemed to have been planned out long ago. This meant that the other party had come prepared.

However, Connor couldn’t figure out if the other party was doing this for Freya, or for him.

If the other party was here for Freya, things would be much simpler; after all, Freya was just a weak woman, and the other party definitely wouldn’t have made too many preparations. Connor alone could handle the threat.

However, if the other party was here for Connor, then they were very likely to be from the Gomez family or the Collier family.

The Collier family and Gomez Family were very aware of his strength, so they would definitely be very well-prepared.

Thinking of this, the expression on Connor’s face grew solemn.

Freya looked up at Connor and asked in a low voice, "Connor, what should we do now?"

Connor instinctively looked out of the window. Because there were very few cars on the road, the car was now moving very fast, reaching more than 150 miles per hour.

At such a speed, it would be impossible for Connor to jump out of the car with Freya safely. Moreover, the chauffeur had already locked the windows and doors.

Connor could also choose to get rid of the chauffeur, but once he did, the car would instantly go out of control. At that time, Connor might be fine, but Freya would be in great danger.

Moreover, Connor was a little curious about who the other party was.

Therefore, after thinking for a moment, Connor muttered, "You don’t have to be nervous. I’m here. I’ll protect you!"

Freya’s nervous mood eased a lot when she heard his words. Then, she nodded at Connor.

Connor was worried that the chauffeur would get into an accident because he was too nervous, so he reminded, "Harry, you don’t have to be so nervous. The two of us will follow you to see that person."

"Mr. McDonald and Miss Phillips, I was forced to do this. I really had no choice. Please don’t blame me!"

The chauffeur said with a choked voice.

"Don’t worry, I won’t blame you..."

Connor replied indifferently.

In fact, Connor also knew that the chauffeur was also involved in these things innocently, so he certainly did not have the intention of taking revenge on him. However, Connor was curious about the person who made the chauffeur do these things!

Freya held onto his hand tightly, as if this would calm her down a little.

After experiencing so many things, Freya was no longer the same from before. Naturally, she could not be at a loss because of such a small matter.

Freya had always believed that as long as Connor was by her side, there was nothing that could not be resolved.

The chauffeur, Harry, seemed to have calmed down a little. The car slowed down a little.

About ten minutes later, the chauffeur, Harry, drove the car into a park.

At this moment, the park was pitch-black, and only a few street lamps could be seen faintly.

The chauffeur stopped the car in front of a huge statue of a great man and stammered, "M... Mr. McDonald, Miss Phillips, here...We’ve arrived..."

Freya heard the chauffeur’s words and looked up at Connor.

"Sit in the car and don’t move. I’ll get out and take a look..."

Connor muttered.

"..."

Freya was stunned for a moment when she heard his words. Then, she nodded.

Connor took a deep breath, then reached out to push open the car door and walk out.

At this moment, there was no one in the park. A few street lamps emitted a dim light. Coupled with the cool breeze that slowly blew past, the scenery gave off an unwelcoming feeling.

Connor took a deep breath and slowly got out of the car.

Freya, who was in the car, looked very nervous because she did not know who would be around to welcome Connor.

After Connor got out of the car, he found an old man in a white robe sitting on the bench in front of the statue. The old man sat there quietly without moving. If it wasn’t for Connor’s vigilance, it would be difficult to notice that there was a person sitting there.

Connor knew that this old man should be the initiator of all this, so he stopped less than 50 meters away from the old man and asked expressionlessly, "Who are you? To bribe my girlfriend’s chauffeur to lure her here?"

The old man heard his words and slowly raised his head to look at Connor. He then said, "You’re Jorge Yarrell’s disciple, Connor McDonald?"

"It’s me!"

Connor lightly nodded. freēwēbnovel.com

"I originally planned to kill your fiancée to teach you a lesson, but I didn’t expect you to follow along. But it doesn’t matter, I won’t kill you for Jorge’s sake!"

The old man said.

"..."

Connor’s expression was a little strange when he heard the old man’s words. He understood that all of this was related to him. The other party was not here for Freya, but for him.

Connor sized up the old man. He did not remember seeing this person before, nor did he know who he was.

However, he was also secretly glad that he had followed Freya to Porthampton. If Freya had been alone today, she would definitely have died.

"What deep hatred do you have with me that makes you want to kill my fiancée?" Connor asked in a low voice.

"What deep hatred do I have with you?"

When the old man heard his words, he could not help but sneer. Then, he said indifferently, "You broke into the Collier family’s secret room and stole confidential documents. You kidnapped my granddaughter, Aida, and extorted money from the Collier family. If it were anyone else, I would have punished them a hundred times already. But I didn’t care about these things because of your relationship with Jorge..."

"..."

Connor looked at the old man in front of him. He had already guessed the man’s identity.

"I could still ignore the two things just now, but..."

The old man suddenly stood up, then shouted, "But I didn’t expect you to look down on my Collier family. You broke my grandson’s arms and legs and turned him into a cripple. If I choose to sit back and do nothing, then my Collier family will become a laughing stock."