America: Starting with the Last Liberty

"Oh? Tell me about it!"

"Lincy, do you know Sofia Bonanno?"

"Sofia Bonanno, isn't that Martin Bonanno's second wife?"

"Yes, I need information about her, the sooner the better!"

Svefa licked her lips and looked at Rosen with moist eyes.

"So, this is an urgent task? That would cost extra!"

Rosen raised an eyebrow, understanding Svefa's hidden meaning.

"How do you want me to pay?"

"Of course..."

Swifa was about to shift gears when Megan came out with her phone.

"Mr. Rosen, we've already spoken with Old Mike. He'll help us get time off and keep an eye on our families."

It's mainly Megan's family, since most Black people have a father who is missing or in jail.

Franklin's situation was even worse. He never knew who his father was from a young age, and his mother died when he was a teenager, so he was raised by his aunt.

"That's good. You should stay in this apartment and not go out. Safety is the most important thing. I will bring you food regularly."

As he spoke, Rosen became eager to take Svefa out.

Rosen's words of concern were simply because he didn't want Megan and Franklin to die, which would prevent him from fulfilling the additional conditions of his mission in the name of his father.

However, Megan seemed to have developed a strange feeling about Rosen's concern because of her emotional ups and downs over the past two days.

"Mr. Rosen, your cell phone!"

"Keep your phones for now. Call me if anything happens. My phone number is..."

Rosen left the apartment with Svefa's slender waist in his arms.

This is David Albert's phone, but Rosen is certain that the guy would never look for his own phone or reveal that it's lost.

If this guy were smart enough, he should have already left America with all the cash; this is his last chance.

In any case, Rosen has already sent the evidence to Standard Bank Pacific, and David Albert's social death is certain.

Megan watched Rosen's departing figure with a strange look in her eyes.

Franklin, who was standing nearby, waved to Megan.

"Meghan, what are you looking at?"

"No, it's nothing!"

To change the subject, Megan looked at her phone.

"Franklin, look! Why are all the people in this phone's contacts people from Standard Pacific Bank? Wait, Standard Pacific Bank!"

Not many people know about the Standard Pacific Bank case, but Megan certainly does, as she had a conflict with Vincent over it before.

The keyword "Pacific Standard Bank" quickly reminded Megan of the four people she hitched a ride with that day.

There happened to be an Asian among those four people.

At this moment, in Megan's memory, the Asian figure began to overlap with Rosen's figure.

"Could it be...?"

"What could it be?"

Franklin looked at Megan with a strange expression.

"No, it's nothing! Let's continue watching TV!"

For some reason, Megan didn't want to tell Franklin what she had guessed; she wanted to keep it a secret, a secret only she and Rosen knew.

Unfortunately, Meghan was unaware that quite a few people already knew this secret.

Meanwhile, Rosen drove Swifa to her apartment in Beverly Hills.

The two embraced as soon as they entered the door, so much so that they couldn't even free their hands to close it. In the end, Rosen had to kick the door shut with his foot.

Then, the battle robes flew around the room and were scattered all over the floor.

Rosen noticed that Svefa's skin was incredibly white, even in the dark it was still dazzlingly white.

It seems that people living at high latitudes tend to have particularly fair skin; this is the case for Slavs and Scandinavians.

"Rosen, wait a minute!"

Svefa is about 1.85 meters tall, a truly "big" woman, but Rosen felt that she wasn't very heavy, obviously because her weight was all in the right places.

"call!"

Svefa slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

The defeated Svefa was completely powerless, as if her soul had left her body.

"Rosen, how can you have such incredible stamina? You're a monster!"

Svefa was clearly somewhat unconvinced, and perhaps she had even been training her physical strength these past few days.

"So, do you like it?"

Rosen gently stroked Svefa's smooth back. Unlike many European and American women, she didn't have downy hair on her body, and her skin was very delicate and felt wonderful.

Moreover, she has clearly defined muscles on her back, indicating that she has received professional training.

During the fight, Rosen noticed that Svefa had prominent abdominal muscles.

Most women wouldn't develop such defined muscles through exercise, unless they are fitness instructors or professional fighters.

However, these muscle lines did not detract from Svefa's beauty; instead, they added a touch of heroism to her, making Rosen even more curious about her identity.

Unfortunately, Svefa is not very willing to reveal her past.

As Rosen touched her, he found a scar on Svefa's ribs, which almost ruined the perfect beauty of her bio-armor.

"Isn't it ugly?"

Although Svefa had a relaxed smile on her face, it was clear that she was still somewhat bothered by the scar.

"Ms. Svepha, I've already paid you. Where's the information I wanted?"

"Heh, you expect information for this little reward? Wait, I was just kidding, please..."

"It's too late!"