West Suburb Villa.
White Palmer paced back and forth restlessly, picking up his cell phone from time to time to check it.
Audrey bit her pen, watching the handsome brother she liked to play with grow increasingly anxious; a layer of mist gradually formed in her sparkling eyes.
At noon, she hadn't seen Forsythia.
Her father had made many phone calls, and, in the end, told her that Forsythia had returned to Century Flower City and asked her to sleep peacefully at noon; she would see Forsythia when she woke up.
When she awoke from her nap, she didn't see her father or Clive either, only the handsome brother was with her.
But given the handsome brother's current state, something serious must have happened.
"Handsome brother."
White Palmer didn't hear Audrey's call, continuing to pace back and forth, muttering to himself with his phone in hand, "Damn it, how come there's still no news?"
"Handsome brother."
White Palmer still didn't hear her.
