Keira Leaf frowned slightly, "Didn't you tell me Young Master Sulliven was injured?"
Stuart Truman was taken aback and subconsciously reached for his mobile phone in his trouser pocket. But he felt nothing. It was then that he became certain... his phone was likely with Young Master Sulliven.
Could it be... that Young Master Sulliven was using his phone to text messages?
Stuart Truman had difficulty accepting this. Would the normally elegant Young Master really do such a childish thing?
Facing Keira Leaf's questioning gaze, Stuart Truman forced himself to say, "Uh... yes, yes!"
Thinking of Young Master Sulliven sending her messages with his phone, Stuart Truman couldn't help feeling enlightened. The so-called tracking device seemed like a cover for Young Master Sulliven's embarrassment in reaching out to Miss Leaf with his own phone…
"Is Young Master Sulliven's injury severe?" Keira Leaf asked.
