Chapter 22 Be Locked
Freya's POV
Sitting in the car, I stared out of the window, feeling a sense of boredom creeping in.
Suddenly, Kingsley's cell phone rang. I glanced at it, and the caller ID once again displayed "Tracy".
Unconsciously, I clenched my hand. Kingsley pressed the answer button, but the person on the other end seemed at a loss for words.
He frowned, then hung up the phone and raised his eyes to say to me, "You should go in first. Joyce will meet you at the entrance; she has an invitation."
I regarded him with a cold stare. Kingsley's voice was faint as he continued, "I need to attend to something urgent."
I averted my eyes and let out a mocking smile.
Urgent matter? Anything related to Tracy was probably an emergency in his eyes.
The car quickly arrived at the
