"Hello, who is it?"
As soon as the call connected, Broderick's voice came. His tone was a bit calm, which was not flirtatious as usual.
Chelsea wondered, "Doesn't Broderick have my phone number?
"Or maybe he doesn't save it."
"It's me, Chelsea," she said quickly without thinking about it carefully.
"Well, Chelsea. What can I help you with?" Broderick asked with surprise.
Broderick just hit straight to the point, and Chelsea was a little embarrassed, but she asked directly, "There is something I want to ask you for help."
Broderick laughed. "What can I help you with? Russell is much more powerful than me."
In other words, Broderick thought that Chelsea should go and find her husband for help.
"We have quarreled. I don't want to talk to him. Besides, only you can help us with this,"
