Chapter 55: Virethrax Organization
The screech of the sedan’s tires cut through the air as it braked hard on the slick asphalt.
It drifted with ease, stopping right at the edge of the lakeside—proof enough of the driver’s sharp skill.
Ashwood was the largest countryside, dotted with many pristine natural lakes.
It was one of the reasons Ashcroft’s organic cattle farm could build a world-class cheese farm, famed for its top-tier quality.
Their cows were raised organically, in a stress-free, natural environment.
But, unfortunately, the cool, fresh lake breeze and the clean air couldn’t make the woman stepping out of the sedan feel as stress-free as those cows on her farm.
Her gloomy expression looked like a calf that couldn’t suckle from its mother because she had already been milked.
With a thick coat, sunglasses, and a scarf wrapped around her head, Lana Ashcroft limped slightly, walking hurriedly toward the grey van parked not far from her car. She glanced around, scanning for any suspicious eyes, as if someone might be watching her.
She knocked urgently on the driver’s side window, and a man with a scar on his forehead appeared as the window rolled down.