CLICK. A disgruntled Zachary Redgrave hung up the phone.
"I'm the esteemed Master Redgrave, and they dare to disrespect me? They're completely clueless."
Zachary Redgrave yelled in frustration. It was so damn embarrassing—a complete loss of face, especially with that police officer just standing there awkwardly the whole time.
"Hannah Hale, contact my uncle. Have him personally call that bullshit chief of police."
Zachary Redgrave was out of options. He was still on the run, so how could he dare call his uncle? That would be like willingly walking into a death trap.
He could only pin his hopes on this "aunt-in-name-only" of his.
Hannah Hale looked at him like he was a lunatic and let out a dry chuckle.
"And you think your uncle would listen to me?"
"How will we know if we don't try? Maybe he's not in his right mind today and will actually agree."
