"You want to lure him in?" Fiona widened her eyes. "No way, how are you so sure he'll come to my place? You're so certain that other places don't have strong ties? Maybe they're brave enough to operate as usual."
"That's why this depends on Ledley." Arthur slowly exhaled a smoke ring. "You open for business and entertain those two. I'll notify Scotland Yard for a raid on Nightingale Mansion."
Upon hearing this, Fiona couldn't help but feel annoyed. "Does it have to be at my place? If my place gets raided by the police, and word gets out, who would dare to come to me in the future?"
Arthur didn't immediately respond to Fiona's questioning. He just silently looked at her, and after a long while, he gently extinguished the cigar in the ashtray and spoke in a low voice, "Fiona, if there was another place I felt assured of, I wouldn't come to you. In London, there aren't many people I can trust, but you're high on the list."
