Betsy Russell's gaze turned to Jared Hughes, and she continued, "Call secretary Treiber."
Jared Hughes took out his cell phone, but it had been soaked in water. He pursed his lips and said, "I can't use my phone."
Betsy Russell called Bill Treiber herself, and seeing Jared's pathetic state, she had no choice but to take him back to her own place.
"This is the bathrobe I had prepared for my father previously. He's never used it. Go take a shower and change your clothes." Betsy said, handing the bathrobe to Jared with a look of impatience on her face.
"Thank you." Jared took the bathrobe and went into the shower.
Betsy sat on the sofa, looking at the pendant in her hand. It seemed to be worn, as if someone had worn it for a long time.
Why would Jared give her a used pendant?
How strange.
Betsy casually threw the pendant on the table, got up, and poured herself a glass of red wine. Suddenly, a strange scene appeared in her mind.
In a cramped room, Jared held her tight.
