Flashing a small smile, Tara Summer didn't say anything and was about to take a rest on the back seat when suddenly her phone rang.
She picked it up and looked at the screen, the flickering name brought a smile to her lips: "Sir, you-called-the-wrong-number."
She pinched her nose and said it in English, her tone soft and gentle. At a first listen, she sounded like a call center operator, even with a coquettish undertone.
The Owl Eagle, sitting in the driver's seat, was visibly taken aback by her words. Through the rearview mirror, he saw Tara stick out her tongue cheekily after she finished speaking, her face teeming with playful cuteness.
For a moment, Owl Eagle was dumbfounded, but he quickly recovered, refocusing his attention on the road ahead, his stern lips moving slightly into a smile.
Suppressing her laughter, Tara heard the man chuckle on the other end of the line, his deep, husky voice rang out: "Miss Summer, you seem to be in good spirits today?"
