The sky was dark. And I didn't recognize who it was at once.
When I was about to ask who it was, the man took a step forward.
With confusion on my face, I asked, "Roger Lance?"
"How could it be him?"
"What are you doing? Do you think I liked to pick you up in the middle of the night?"
Roger's expression was similar to mine. He took out the key of his car, pointed at a high-end sports car not far away, and pressed the key. Then he said, "Get on the car quickly. I have to attend a party later."
"Thank you. I can go back home by myself."
I, who didn't have a good impression of Roger, didn't want to stay with him.
Roger didn't bother with me at first. He got into the car by himself. And I arrived at an intersection, intending to take a taxi. Then Roger's sports car stopped in front of me with the roar of the car's engine and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Get into the car quickly! If my brother didn't ask me to pick you up, do
you think I would come here?"
"Patrick Cowell?"
Knowing that it was him, I felt that my heart tightened.
After hesitating for a while, I sat in the copilot's seat.
As soon as I got in the car, Roger's phone rang.
Roger took a look at the caller ID and picked the call up. Then I heard him say, "Yes. She is unwilling to follow me. It seems that she hopes that I can beg her."
I glanced at Roger.
I thought to myself, "How could he be like this?"
Before I could express my opinion, Roger directly threw the cell phone in his hand to me, "Answer his call."
Then he started the car and stepped on the gas pedal. Then the car sped out!
I looked at the cell phone on my lap and hesitated for a moment, feeling that I indeed had to tell Patrick about this matter.
I picked up the cell phone and said, "Hello."
"Are you okay?"
Patrick's gentle voice came over the phone.
His voice seemed to have healing power. However, when I heard his voice, I couldn't be sourer in my heart.
I held the cell phone and nodded, "I am okay. Thank you for asking him to pick me up. Otherwise, I didn't know what to do."
"Sorry, when it comes to this matter, it's not convenient for me to pick you up on my own.
I could only let him go pick you up."
"It's okay, I..." I wanted to tell him something. However, before I could finish my words, I changed my mind and said briefly, "Thank you."
When I was detained in the police station, I was wondering whether Rosy's operation was an accident or someone had done it on purpose.
If someone did it on purpose, Caroline was necessarily one of the suspects.
Just now, I wanted to ask Patrick to help me investigate it.
But what if this matter had something to do with Caroline...
Patrick over the phone seemed to have sensed my hesitation and asked, "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong?"
"No, I'm a little tired. Thank you."
Besides saying thank you, I didn't know what else to say.
As for investigating this matter, the way I thought it, I could only rely on myself.
Without Rosy's bank card, I didn't have money.
At present, except for selling my house, the fastest way to get money was...
Was to participate in the design competition!
I hung up the phone and handed the cell phone to Roger. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eyes. And the look on his face suddenly turned better as he said, "Miss Archer, well... I suddenly feel that what I said just now has crossed the line. I apologize to you."
"No worries."
Hearing my words, Roger began to ask me, "Can you tell me about Lisa? I called her recently. And she basically turned off her phone."
"So that's how it is."
I knew that Roger surely wouldn't have treated me so well for no reason.
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