“Alright, you can go home now.” “Why?” “I need to spend time alone with her. You’re too much of a third wheel.” Tony was stumped. Have I said all that just to be kicked out? “Can you get any more heartless, Uncle Zacharias? I promise you won’t even know I’m here.” “Stay away for three days,” Zacharias said.
“But I just arrived last night,” Tony complained. Zacharias glanced at his wristwatch every now and then, calculating the time. She has been gone for almost an hour. Where did she go? She’s not secretly seeing someone outside again, is she? Zacharias picked up his phone and dialed a certain woman’s number.
“Hello?” she answered.
“Come back,” the man requested, his tone gentle but authoritative. Shirley, who had been slacking off and playing with her phone at Imogen’s, sighed after receiving the call. “I’m heading back now,” she said to Imogen.
“Was that Mr. Flintstone?” Imogen asked.
“Yes. He might have an assignment for me,” Shirley replied.
“Go on, don’t keep him waiting,” Imogen told her. At that, Shirley got up and left, and Imogen watched her retreating figure, her smile gradually fading. When Shirley returned to the living room, Tony immediately greeted her. “Goddess, you’re back.” She walked up to Zacharias and asked, “Mr. Flintstone, is there something you need?” Zacharias didn’t have any specific business. It was his rare day off at home, so he made a casual excuse. “Join me for lunch at my family home.” Shirley blinked in response. Your family home?
“Can I refuse?” she asked. “You can have the others escort you.” Zacharias had a friendly expression, but the words that came out of his mouth left Shirley speechless.
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