C180 Returning to the Mansion a Mysterious Phone Call Was Made

Lin Dong approached his Pagani Huayra sports car, parked in a secluded corner where no onlookers gathered.

The sports car's engine roared to life, emitting a thunderous sound that vibrated the eardrums. With the engine's roar as its anthem, the sports car swiftly turned and sped away from the school.

Driving a multimillion-dollar luxury vehicle on the road, Lin Dong watched as other cars flashed their hazard lights, making way for the Pagani Huayra as it dominated the road like a sovereign in swift motion. Soon, he reached his villa.

The garage was outfitted with an automatic sensing device. As his car approached, the system recognized the license plate, automatically opening the garage door to admit the vehicle.

Inside the private garage, Lin Dong's eyes were drawn to an elegant and opulent SUV bathed in the glow of the activated lights. It was the Rolls Royce Cullinan, a reward from the system, gleaming under the illumination.

Stepping out of his car, Lin Dong circled the Cullinan, admiring it before pulling open the door, which featured a fingerprint unlocking mechanism. In its initial state, he quickly set up his fingerprint and settled into the driver's seat. The grand yet understated interior immediately endeared the vehicle to him. After enjoying the new car experience for a moment, he stepped out.

He then retrieved a note from his pocket, one he had acquired earlier at the restaurant. Unfolding it, he scrutinized the handwriting, his brow furrowing slightly. The message warned him to be cautious and return to the villa.

Having already arrived back at the villa, Lin Dong had yet to notice anything amiss. The garage was small enough to see from one end to the other, and finding no issues there, he made his way back to the living room.

The note had left him feeling uneasy. Entering the living room with caution, he meticulously scanned every corner, half-expecting an ambush. Yet, ultimately, he found nothing out of the ordinary.

It was quite peculiar. The person who slipped him the note had prompted him to return to the villa, yet they hadn't shown up. What were they thinking?

Afterward, Lin Dong grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and settled onto the couch to drink. Just then, his phone rang with an unfamiliar number. He picked it up and answered.

"Who's this?" he inquired.

"Meet me tomorrow at noon, at table number seven in the Ziwai Western Restaurant. We'll discuss everything in detail there. Remember, you're in grave danger at the moment, so avoid going out unnecessarily!" a woman's voice urgently advised before abruptly hanging up.

Lin Dong was left with questions swirling in his mind. What was her name? What was her identity? He hadn't had the chance to ask.

Clutching his phone, Lin Dong felt an increasing sense of bewilderment. His phone number wasn't widely known, so how did this person get ahold of it? Moreover, the act of leaving a note in the cutlery was both secretive and oddly unsettling.

They had warned him of danger, but what danger could possibly be looming?

Nevertheless, having returned to the villa, Lin Dong saw no reason to go back to school. Tian Chao was in the capable hands of Liu Wenming and Zhou Hengyu; there was nothing to worry about there.

He decided to shower and head to bed, pushing thoughts of tomorrow's meeting to the back of his mind. After all, he was exhausted from being Yang Zitan's sparring partner earlier in the day.