This time, Anthony Davis was determined to unearth those secrets he wasn't aware of completely.
Whoever dared to harm his family, he would crush them one by one.
"Yes, I'll arrange it right away."
Anthony Davis remembered something and stopped the secretary: "Wait, on Thursday, my parents are going to the Capital City with my younger sister's family. The two elders might have some difficulty moving around, so please arrange for them as well."
This task pleased the secretary. Arranging such things was easy for him. After all, he was a secretary, not James Bond. This was his specialty.
The secretary nodded: "Okay, Mayor, rest assured, I will ensure the smooth delivery of Madam and the Old Man to the Capital City."
Anthony Davis waved his hand: "Go ahead and get busy."
After the secretary left, Anthony Davis repeatedly examined that phone number.
Fristy Davis was 8 years old that year, and no matter how high her IQ was, it couldn't have been done flawlessly.
