She had a perfectly good excuse not to return to Sunset Hills Estates now, and Orion presumably wouldn't think too much about it. She needed to give him a call to explain, lest he thought she was fleeing from some misdeed!
After pulling out her phone, she remembered she only had Cedric's number. At this hour, he was probably already home.
"Uncle Oliver, do you have Orion's number?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
"I need to talk to him about something."
"You don’t have his number?" Oliver was surprised, "I thought you two were close enough to have exchanged contacts by now. By the way, did you guys clear up that misunderstanding at the audition last time?"
"Yeah, he’s forgiven me!"
"I told you, Mr. Lockwood is a mature and generous man. He wouldn’t hold a grudge against a kid like you." He sent the number to her phone, "What's so urgent that you need to call him now?"
"Nothing much, just that he’s been sick these days and I wanted to check on him."
Sick?
Oliver was puzzled. She didn’t even have his contact details; how did she know he was sick? And with her busy shooting schedule, she even forgot Samuel's birthday but still remembered Mr. Lockwood’s illness?
3001, Sunset Hills Estates
In the vast room, Orion sat alone at a dining table laden with exquisite dishes, watching the clock on the wall tick by. It had been thirty minutes. Was she not coming today?
His phone suddenly rang, displaying a long-preserved but never used number in the caller ID. Orion’s expression stiffened. Xan?
“Hello?” The phone connected, and Xanthea swallowed nervously, “Orion, it’s Xanthea.”
“I know.”
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