"Julia Bluen, it's me."
James Horne's eyes quickly flashed with a chill, and his voice was extremely low.
Julia didn't have his mobile number. It was odd; they had known each other since childhood, yet she never knew his mobile number—perhaps she simply didn't want to. He, however, had hers.
"James Horne? May I ask what this is about?" Julia's somewhat surprised voice continued. Her tone was clear and melodious, pleasing to the ear even with a trace of confusion.
"I'm waiting for you at the crossroads. You have three minutes," James Horne stated coldly, not elaborating, and then cut off the call.
Though there were many paths in the Mansion Garden, there was only one crossroads. With his instructions, Julia could find him accurately.
He turned, got back into his car, and drove it near the crossroads before stopping. Sitting inside, he lit another cigarette. The acrid smell of tobacco immediately filled the car.
Ten minutes later, Julia appeared in his line of sight.
