The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 672

Because this number was already etched into my memory, practically carved into my heart.

I had dialed this number countless times—sometimes with a happy, sweet mood, sometimes with anticipation, and other times it took all my courage just to make the call.

But I hadn't dialed it in a very long time, simply because I had nothing left to say to its owner.

I no longer waited for him to come home, I no longer missed his voice, and I didn't even want any contact with him anymore.

It was Ferris Sterling's number.

The revelation left me profoundly shocked, and I gasped, "Your boss is Ferris Sterling?"

"I met Ferris when I was twelve. He treated me like a brother. He didn't just sponsor my education; he helped me tremendously in life. Later, I became a mercenary. After retiring, I joined the Thorne Family. We've always maintained a single line of contact. I am his buddy, and also his subordinate." Grant's tone was as steady and calm as his demeanor.

His gaze rested quietly on me, as if he were stating the most ordinary fact in the world, while I stood frozen in utter disbelief.

I had originally assumed Grant was backed by some official government agency because his sense of justice and the security he exuded were so distinct—an aura of righteousness that felt all too familiar.

That was why I felt earlier that I shouldn't be curious, at least not until he offered the information himself.

But I never in a million years expected Grant to be working for the Sterling family.