Claire glanced at him sideways. "You are more beastly."
"You don't understand. This is called active therapy." Gallon got up and walked into the kitchen.
After he returned with the heated meal, he found Claire sitting on the sofa with a frown.
"What's wrong?"
Claire handed him the phone directly.
Gallon took it. It showed an email on the screen. The sender's name was Liam Truman, and the content contained only a few words. It was an invitation asking her to join an organization.
Claire was irritable. "The same email is sent ten times a month. They just never stop."
Gallon smiled. "What a coincidence, I also received this email."
"What organization is this?"
Now there were a lot of messy organizations, and she would receive hundreds of similar emails every day, but only a few had persisted as long as this organization.
Gallon replied. "Gods Organization."
