"... " Chester Yale stood tall and straight, sweat sliding down his chiseled face and dripping onto the ground.
He clenched his fist, his five fingers curling into a tight grip.
Worried? What was there to worry about?
When she is with Charlie Austin, would she ever lack someone to give her a ride?
Chester Yale's eyes dimmed, his chest filled with indescribable agitation.
The anger that he managed to release barely a moment ago had been suppressed once again by the little buddy's words.
He grabbed his cell phone and said irritably, "Her business has nothing to do with me. If you want someone to send her back, you should ask Charlie Austin."
"But they live in different places, one in a villa and the other in an apartment, so it's not on the way..." The little buddy's voice seemed both hesitant and wronged, clearly coming through the phone.
"…" Chester Yale's tall figure froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.
It took him a full minute to register what he had just heard.
