Thinking of that person, Lyra Smith dropped her phone.
It hit the ground with a thud.
The driver in front heard the noise and kindly asked, "Did you drop something?"
"My phone, I didn't hold it properly." Lyra said as she bent down to pick it up.
The driver said, "I hope it's not broken. I haven't washed the floor mats in my car for a while, they are quite dirty."
Lyra had already picked up her phone and saw that the screen protector had collected a lot of dust. She wiped it with her sleeve and said, "It's fine."
Unlocking the phone, the screen was still on the Weibo comment section from earlier. Seeing the increasing number of comments, Lyra gradually calmed down and dismissed the thoughts in her mind.
It's impossible.
She must be overthinking things.
Although Morris Jackson had the ability to make a listed company go bankrupt with a wave of his hand, he definitely couldn't achieve that step.
Although the two had unexpectedly spent a night together, it was just a whim for Morris Jackson, who accidentally became involved with her.
Businesspeople always seek profit, especially well-known tycoons like Morris Jackson. Furthermore, Sunlight and Tianna Holdings do business together, so he has no reason to destroy Sunlight.
As she was thinking about all this.
The screen of the phone in her hand lit up, and with a buzzing vibration, Lyra saw the incoming call display and her hand trembled, causing the phone to drop again.
Hearing the sound, the driver looked over and asked, "Is the phone hot?"
Lyra couldn't help but smile and said, "Yes, it's a bit hot."
The driver, a warm-hearted citizen, advised Lyra, "You should get a better phone then, just in case it explodes while you're using it. That would be dangerous."
Lyra just smiled and bent down to pick up her phone.
She wiped the dust from the screen, and the phone continued to vibrate. Lyra slid her thumb across the screen to answer the call and placed the phone to her ear, "Hello, Uncle Fifth."
This phone call was from Morris Jackson.
That's why Lyra had such a big reaction when she saw the incoming call display.
Normally, if she received a call from Morris Jackson, she wouldn't have such a strong reaction. However, after their one-night stand, she hoped to avoid him as much as possible.
"It took you so long to answer?" Morris Jackson's voice came through the phone, sounding as pleasant as a gurgling stream at night.
Lyra felt wronged as soon as she opened her mouth, "Uncle Fifth, I already answered. Please, don't scold me."
After saying that, Lyra realized her tone was inappropriate. Was she acting coquettishly with Morris Jackson? No, no, no. How could she act coquettishly with Morris Jackson? He must be speechless right now!
Just as she was thinking this, she heard the man on the other end of the phone say, "Alright, I won't scold you."
Lyra was stunned.
She suddenly remembered something: even though she was afraid of Morris Jackson, he had never yelled at her. Her fear of him mainly stemmed from his authority in the outside world.
"Lyra Smith." He suddenly called her name.
"Uncle Fifth, go ahead." Lyra said with a slightly complicated mood.
Morris Jackson asked her, "Did you take the bag I asked you to pick up from the front desk home with you yesterday?"
Lyra: "..."!
She didn't dare lie and answered, "Yes, I took it home." Then immediately explained, "But I took it home accidentally. It was placed next to my purse at the time, and I..."
Before she finished speaking, he interrupted her, "Alright, I know. You don't need it for now, just keep it. I'll pick it up another day."
"Another day?"
"Yes, is that inconvenient for you?"
"No, no, it's very convenient." She quickly acquiesced, biting her lip and feeling as if she had been taken advantage of.
Morris Jackson asked her, "Are you in a car?"
"Yeah." Her voice sounded listless.
Morris Jackson: "Where are you going?"
She obediently replied, "To Film and Television City."
"Okay, I know. Be careful when you get in and out of the car, and don't wander around once you're at Film and Television City." His tone was that of an elder giving advice.
But to Lyra, it sounded more like a husband reminding his careless wife who was going out.