Chapter 544

　　He managed a small smile, but it was so clearly forced and pained that it was hard for the others to watch. 　　The agent and the assistant exchanged glances, realizing Harley actually had a point. 　　Someone who fiercely sticks to a goal is often the one who makes it happen. 　　Harley gave a short, quiet laugh. "Just stop trying to convince me. If I back down now, I wouldn't be me." 　　The car had already left the street. He leaned back against the seat, closing his eyes to rest. 　　Suddenly, the agent noticed something off. 　　Usually, his phone would be blowing up with notifications right about now, but the car was dead quiet. That was weird. 　　"Harley, where's your phone?" the agent suddenly asked. 　　Harley snapped his eyes open, sitting straight up. He instinctively checked his pockets. "Oh, man, my phone!" 　　"I thought I saw you taking it in with you to talk to Cassandra," the agent recalled, frowning. "But when you came out... your hands were empty, right?" 　　"Crap, I left it at her