After dinner, Cathy drove home with Matt to pick up the children's daily necessities.
Although the evening incident was unexpected, but she made her attitude clear, and she was relaxed a lot, facing him she finally can calm down.
The car was on the road, and the night was getting dark outside the window.
Cathy drove her car closely behind Matt’s car, and the mobile phone screen next to her suddenly lit up, followed by the sound of vibration.
She was stunned, glanced at it for two seconds, deadpan, and then continued to look ahead, seemingly not intending to answer.
But after a dozen seconds, she reached for it and put it on her ear.
She said in a slightly annoyed tone, "Tyrone, do you still want me to pull you into blacklist?"
"I don't bother you when you work. Why don't you answer after work?" The man's tone is light, without any meaning of questioning, but she can clearly feel his dissatisfaction.
Cathy sneered, "I just don't want to answer it, I have to give you a reason?"
In case she would be so angry that lost control of her mood and turned the brake on as an accelerator. She blocked him first. "I'm driving. Are you sure you're going to keep chatting with me?"
There was silence for a few seconds, and the man's voice was low and gentle. "Then I'll call back. Drive carefully. But, don't drive any more when you go out. If you are afraid of inconvenience, I'll ask Rory to take you to and from work."
Cathy grasped the steering wheel, pink lips tightened, eyes illuminated by the light ahead which flashed complex light.
Knowing the concern in his words, she was as cold as ever. "I can't afford it. I don't have the money to hire 24-hour bodyguards, let alone you hire it for me."
"Ca..."
"Beep..."
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