After all, this time, it was because of her that he had offended Chester Yale.
She had to go see him no matter what.
And she hadn't seen Harry in two days. The quirky little buddy must be getting upset.
"Ah--"
As Evelyn Sherman sent the text message and turned around, she caught sight of a ghost-like man standing behind her, screaming in surprise.
The palm-sized face turned pale in an instant.
"Do I look like a ghost? Or did you do something so secretive that seeing me makes you feel guilty? Huh!"
Chester Yale's tall figure was leaning against the door, with a white shirt that wasn't fully buttoned, showing a bit of his chest.
With one hand in his pocket, he walked to her side, long fingers lifting her chin, looking down at her evasive eyes with cold eyes.
"..."
Evelyn Sherman's body stiffened, her hand gripping the cell phone hard, her fingertips turning white.
