In Country M, James had been busy the whole day. Now that he could finally rest, he would like to talk to her little girl Kara.
He called her twice, but she didn't pick up the phone. He frowned.
He didn't have the patience to call her for the third time. Instead, he opened the special app which he used to hack her phone, wanting to track her call log.
His major was economic management, but he had minored in Computer Technology too. This kind of thing was no big deal for him.
James sulked when he saw a familiar number.
'Damn it,' he thought, 'no wonder she was so attentive when I was on a business trip. She didn't even resist when I kissed her.
'It turned out that I have disturbed her from flirting with another man!'
James became furious. He slammed his phone against the wall. The screen instantly broke into pieces.
As a result, he missed Kara's call when she wanted to explain herself.
Kara called him three times, but his phone was dead. She pinched her phone and went crazy.
'James must be so angry that he wouldn't answer my call!'
That night, both of them suffered from insomnia.
The next day, Kara went to the studio wearily. She asked about Donald, only to find out that he had taken the day off. Family thing.
She called Donald, and his phone was dead too. Kara felt upset.
'Maybe there is something wrong with my phone," she thought, and then asked Jeffery to call her. Jeffery did.
She picked up the phone. Jeffery's voice was clear from the other side. She felt even more helpless now.
The problem wasn't on her phone. So why didn't James reply to her?
"Kara, don't worry. Donald goes home at this time every year. He will be back in a week." Said Jeffery, he thought she was worried about Donald.
"Where is Donald from?"
"Country M. The other day when Donald was on the phone, I heard vaguely that his family has arranged a marriage for him. Let's see, he might come back married!" Jeffery said, gossiping.
"Jeffery, enough of this nonsense!" snapped Jamya.
"Nonsense? Jamya, do you think you know more than me?" said Jeffery glumly.
"Donald won't engage. He will never marry anyone!" Jamya said firmly as if she knew him very well.
Kara recalled the U disk and the girl named Nicole, who seemed to be intimate with Donald. Was there a story behind it?
"Jamya, you know something, right?" Kara was curious.
"It has nothing to do with you. You better stay away from this." Jamya walked away coldly, she didn't want to speak more about it.
Kara was silent for a moment. Then she thought about what had happened the day before and asked Jeffery curiously,
"Was it Jamya who asked Donald to save me yesterday?"
Jeffery froze and nodded.
"Yes, and Jamya was originally here looking for me. When Donald heard it, he immediately rushed to the painting hall. Thank god, he knows martial arts."
Kara thought to herself, 'Jamya looked indifferent, but she was a good person.'
'I'll remember her kindness.'
"Kara, I'm sorry. It was my fault yesterday," said Jeffery.
"It wasn't your fault, Jeffery. They wouldn't let me off the hook anyway," interrupted Kara, "Besides, you don't know martial arts. If things went worse, you might get hurt. Don't blame yourself." Kara tried to comfort him.
Jeffery stared at her in surprise. He didn't expect her comfort.
He felt even more guilty and told himself that he had to treat her better in the future.
Kara remembered that Donald had advised her to invite everyone for a lunch. So she asked Jeffery to see if they would accept her invitation.
"An invitation from Kara! We will be there. But what's it for?"
"As a newcomer, I would like to thank you guys for taking care of me," Kara said.
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