Lyle Westbrook took over the glass of water, took a sip, and moistened his throat.
The fishy-sweet taste in his throat was suppressed.
His rose-colored lips were slightly pale, making him look somewhat under the weather.
It was at this moment that his phone suddenly rang.
He didn't need to reach for it; a subordinate had already handed it to him. Lyle indifferently took the phone, glanced at the Caller ID, furrowed his brow, paused for a moment, but still answered, "Hello."
After about ten seconds of silence on the other end, the person suddenly said, "I didn't want to call you originally. After going back last time, I swore I wouldn't contact you again."
That voice was—Emilia Goldsmith!
Emilia took a deep breath, as if she knew the man on the other end of the phone would be silent, and her beautiful face calmed down before she spoke, "The matter you asked me to look into last time, I've had someone check out what those few people are all about."
