For someone like Morris Jackson, every minute and second was precious. Those who wanted to meet with him had to schedule an appointment a week in advance, and reporters who wanted to interview him had to book a slot months or even half a year in advance. The dinners he attended were filled with the big shots from all over San Carlos, and everyone who met him would respectfully address him as Mr. Jackson.
Sophia Jackson's words just now seemed to be missing the main point, but each sentence seemed important.
Lyra Smith silently looked at Sophia, and after a few seconds, she walked out of the kitchen and into the terrace like a madwoman.
Then she mustered up the courage to call Morris Jackson.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently busy. Please try again later..."
Hearing the voice coming from the phone, Lyra: "..."
