"Yang Guo, you've finally called me!" A cold voice came through the phone. Dressed in a black suit, the suave Charles Jones swirled the red wine in his hand, standing by the top-floor window of a skyscraper, on the phone with Yang Guo. His face was very grim at the moment and inside, he was in a fury. He had not anticipated Yang Guo screwing up the original plan, which was infuriating!
He had been watching Su Xiaoxi for a long time and had also coveted her beauty. Charles had expected Yang Guo to bring Su Xiaoxi back smoothly this time, but never thought that Yang Guo would bungle it thus. So now, Charles Jones was very angry, his face ashen and his voice even colder.
