Monique dialed the only number she could remember, which was Henry’s. After the call went through, it only rang twice before she got cut off.
She called him again and the same thing happened.
Monique frowned. ‘Henry Moore, you bastard! Pick up the phone!’
He must be doing this deliberately.
How could he do this after confiscating her bag and phone? Oh… he did give her a new phone but she left it in the car. Anyway, it was Henry’s fault that she had gotten into such a mess.
‘Hmph, this weasel!’
‘Bastard!’
No matter how much Monique swore internally, she still could not get through to him. In the end, it seemed like he blocked the number as her call went straight into voicemail.
Angel was worried when she saw Monique frown. “What is it? Daddy didn’t pick up the phone?” Monique nodded helplessly. “Yeah, he didn’t.”
Miss Sophia saw the deep frown on Monique’s face and asked, “Angel’s mom, is there a problem?”
“Mommy forgot to bring her purse and phone out. We can’t go home,” Angel pouted and said in a childlike voice.
“Oh, I have some cash with me. I’ll go get it,” Miss Sophia said with a smile.
Miss Sophia was a young lady. She had pretty features and her smile was warm and friendly.
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