Metthew's mind became more and more divided. His gaze was blank, and he only stared ahead.
"Ugh ... How did it become like this? I have to inform him of this information as soon as possible," Metthew thought.
Metthew, who was used to being neat and unhurried, did not act rashly to make someone suspicious of him.
With a seemingly calm demeanor, he got into the car without any problems, because of course, there was no way he could make a phone call to Mr. K in any place, especially with the news he wanted to tell Mr. K sounds Sensitive
Several times Metthew seemed to contact Mr. K since he was already in his car, but the results were nil. None of Metthew's phone calls were picked up by Mr. K.
"It's weird ... it's not usually like this ...," Metthew thought.
