Natalie was taken aback. She recalled what Joyce mentioned this morning and blurted out, “Wait a minute!”
“Oh? You don’t want me to hang up?” Sean flashed a devilish smile.
Natalie’s frown deepened as she felt a flicker of irritation.
He’s so flippant. There’s no way he saved me back there!
At that thought, Natalie stopped herself from asking questions and responded coolly, “It’s nothing. Bye!”
With that, she hung up promptly. Then, she sent Sean’s number to Shane.
Shortly after, Shane gave her a call. “Did Sean call you?”
“Mm,” Natalie responded.
Shane’s expression immediately clouded over. “Why did he call you?”
He still couldn’t find out where Sean was, but the latter showed up out of nowhere.
Natalie replied truthfully, “He asked if I had regained consciousness.”
“What? That’s it?” Shane scrunched up his brows.
Sean called her just to ask that question?
“Yeah!” Natalie affirmed.
Shane couldn’t figure out why Sean did so.
His disgust for Sean instantly intensified as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
“Got it. You should rest. Don’t worry, I’ll find Sean.” Shane rubbed his temples.
Natalie responded with a smile. “Okay.”
After ending the call, Shane put down his phone and summoned Silas. “This is Sean’s number. Get someone to find his location.”
He wrote the number on a piece of paper and handed it to Silas.
Silas took one look at the number and nodded. “Got it, Mr. Shane.”
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