"Doctor Stone..." Frederick looked up and caught sight of her wearing only a man's shirt.
His face turned red, and he quickly lowered his gaze, his expression full of innuendo.
Walter saw his expression, took the bag from his hand, swung his large hand, and then closed the room door.
Frederick watched the door shut firmly, his smile full of profound meaning...
Emily took the purse from the man's hand, she pulled out her phone, unlocked the screen, and found there were more than thirty missed calls, all from Tara Summer.
She furrowed her brows, feeling an unexplained heaviness in her heart, sensing something might be wrong, otherwise Tara wouldn't have been so desperate.
She hurriedly made the call, and after several rings, the person on the other end answered—
"...Emily, is that you?" On the phone, Tara's voice didn't sound too good, she seemed to be lacking in energy.
"What's wrong? Your voice sounds a bit off!" Emily asked with a frown, gripping the phone tightly.
