Sanna was an employee, so she couldn't be free for the moment, while Anna Jadwin could pretend to be a customer and leave.
Anna walked away from the riding center in despair; all she could think about was Cathy Xavier's phone call...
The intimate tone with a touch of coquettishness, the kind of cajoling tone only heard from a woman who is doted on by a man.
Those wedding rings were an even greater ironic twist.
Anna's phone rang melodiously. Assuming that Sanna was in trouble and needed her help, she answered: "What are you doing?"
A deep, magnetic voice sounded like a seashell grinding against the sands of the deep sea.
Anna felt on the edge and had nowhere to vent: "What do you want?!"
Wayne frowned, "Did you swallow a firecracker or something?"
"Isn't Mr. Bailey very busy? You still have time to chat with women? Aren't you afraid your wife will get jealous?"
Wayne's voice grew cold. "Where are you? Who upset you? I'll make their family miserable."
