The bodyguard suddenly handed her the phone, "Ms. Quinn, Mr. Sullivan wants to talk to you."
Yvonne Young took the phone, and before Spencer Sullivan could speak, she preempted him, "Spencer Sullivan, are you keeping your body pure for your ex-wife and unrequited love in prison, and dragging me into abstinence with you?"
A cold voice with a mocking tone.
The bodyguards beside her gasped in amazement, looking at Yvonne Young with admiration.
What a brave little sister-in-law Mr. Sullivan has!!!
Spencer Sullivan's eyebrows twitched, his face black as the bottom of a pot. "Shut your mouth."
He raised his other hand to massage his brow, took a deep breath, and suppressed his anger.
Yvonne Young stood firm, "I want to go on a date."
No negotiation allowed.
Spencer Sullivan's voice was low with anger, "Give your phone to them."
Yvonne Young didn't respond, just handed the phone back to the bodyguard. The bodyguard put the phone to his ear and nodded a few times before hanging up.
