"Hand over your phone."
Caleb Baker was suddenly no longer in a hurry to leave. He stepped forward, took Daisy Lambert's phone from her hand and started looking at the news related to Yvonne Finley at this moment.
Daisy Lambert remained calm.
With her legs elegantly crossed and adjusting the hem of her cheongsam, she then propped her chin with one hand and looked with interest at her handsome son who looked so much like her.
"Do you know Miss Finley?"
In fact, she had heard of Yvonne Finley's name a while ago. Her hobbies came in phases. One day she'd be interested in antiques and collectibles, the next day in ancient landscape scrolls, and the day after that she might suddenly fancy bungee jumping.
So there was a brief period last year.
She loved the changing ink colors under Miss Rose's brush.
She even paid a significant price to purchase an abstract painting.
It's still hanging in her master bedroom.
Caleb Baker didn't respond.
