Claire was left alone with her mouth partly opened. What did Gustav meant by that?
A familiar ringtone played and Claire's attention was taken away. It was her ringtone! For Jordan!
She frantically searched and found her pouch and the ringing cellphone in the corner of the sofa. Gustav probably throw it there when he came back and didn't bother telling her. She didn't even noticed.
She hardswiped the screen to answer the call. "Jordan! You bastard! Where the hell are you?"
"Well, well... if it's not the billionaire's pet."
Claire was taken aback. The voice was familiar but she can't remember its owner. "Who are you? Why are you answering Jordan's phone? Where is he?"
"Wow, that actually hurt!" the guy dramatically sigh. "To answer you, the name's Sergio. As a nurse, I can make this
