"Hello?" Jacob rubbed his aching temple.
"I'm downstairs."
Hearing that, Jacob suddenly opened his eyes. The voice was so familiar to him.
Did he hear it wrong?
Or...
He couldn't believe it.
"You... You..."
Before he could ask, that man had hung up.
Jacob held the phone and was in disbelief for a long time.
But then, he ran out hurriedly.
Because he was sure that it was Xavier's voice.
He had been by Xavier's side for too long, and he knew his habits.
The decisiveness he felt in the phone call would definitely be Xavier's style.
In the downstairs of the company, there was a car that Xavier used to love to drive. Jacob's breathing was a little disordered. Although he had guessed it might be him, he was still nervous.
As for what he was nervous about, he didn't know. Things didn't as he expected, or what?
He tried to calm down and walked over.
The window rolled down, and Jacob saw the person sitting inside clearly. He gulped but soon heaved a sigh of relief.
Xavier gave him and signaled him to get in the car.
Jacob came back to his senses and quickly opened the door and got in.
Xavier drove the car out. Behind him, Jacob was anxious and his head was sweating. He had something to ask, but he didn't know where to start.
There was no sign that Xavier would come back, but he came back so suddenly.
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