That night.
Phoebe didn't return to the villa. Instead, she spent the night with her parents.
As she lay in bed, she held her mother, Anila, tightly as she fell asleep...
Meanwhile, across the city in New York, on the bustling financial street, Alexander returned to his hotel, exhausted after a long day. He had to handle some important matters at the branch office in person over the past few days.
After stepping out of the bathroom, he casually picked up the phone. He dialed several times but only got voicemail.
Irritated, he frowned.
Phoebe hadn't answered any of his calls. This was the fifth day he had tried to reach her. How could she disregard his words so easily?
Alexander narrowed his eyes dangerously. She better pick up his call soon; otherwise, he wouldn't hold back!
Grow
